"So what you're trying to tell me is that there's a mini Valentine running around out there?" Jace scoffed.

Jace, Clary, and Alec were all sitting in Luke's office. He had called an emergency meeting once Clary had explained her new theory to him.

Crossing her arms, Clary huffed in annoyance. "Valentine's son is not a mini Valentine."

Jace rolled his eyes. "I think your whole theory is bullshit, princess. If Valentine even did have a son, I'm pretty sure we would have known about it before now."

Clary threw her arms up in the air and stood up. "Do you not understand how powerful Valentine was? It would have been so easy for him to hide this from the outside world. He probably had a whole fucking family that nobody knew about!"

"There's no way to prove it, shortcake."

She balled her hands into fists at her sides, trying to resist the urge to yell at him. I'm proof! Jonathan is proof! My mother is proof! We were Valentine's fucking secret family and I'm tired of living the lie! She kept it all to herself, though.

"You're right, there's no concrete evidence," she lied. "But my mother was pretty sure he at least had a son."

Jace opened his mouth to speak, but Alec placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let's just hear her out, man."

She smiled gratefully at Alec before continuing. "My mom would follow Valentine around. She often saw him with a boy who struck a striking resemblance to Valentine, and as time went on, the boy aged and only continued to look more and more like him. I'm just saying that I think my mom was right in assuming he had a son. It all makes sense. Someone who looks just like a dead man running around committing crimes that don't fit that man's MO. It has to be a son or a nephew or a brother or something."

"I think we should look into this, Jace," Alec said, casting a glance at his partner.

Jace sighed and nodded. "I mean, we don't have any other fucking leads, so what harm could it do? I have some friends high up in the government who might be able to help. This just better not be a goddamn waste of time, Fray."

Clary smiled, surprised by his quick acceptance of Alec's suggestion. "I promise you it won't be."

Luke, who had been silently watching the whole exchange between the three, finally spoke up, "Now that that's been settled would you two mind giving me a moment alone with Miss Fray?"

The two other men nodded before swiftly exiting the room. Clary turned toward Luke.

"What's up?" she asked.

Luke closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face before staring out the window. "I hope you realize the risk you're taking with this. Once Jace starts digging deep enough, it won't be hard for him to learn that Valentine not only had a son, but also a daughter. Even if he doesn't find out it's you right away, what do you think is going to happen once Jonathan is caught? Do you think he's just going to pretend like you're not his sister? Do you think he's not going to try to make you look just as guilty as him? Your Valentine's daughter and no matter how much good you've done, that's all people are going to see. Jace, the Lightwoods, Sebastian, the whole country."

Clary chewed on her bottom lip nervously. To be completely honest she hadn't even thought about any of that. But she knew in her heart that the risk was worth it.

"I just want Jonathan or Valentine or whoever is responsible to finally be brought to justice. And who knows, maybe having my secret out might not be as bad as we think. I don't think you understand just how heavily it weighs on me. I hate knowing that I'm the product of that monster. I hate knowing that my brother might have ended up just like him. I hate that nobody knows, and I hate that I have to constantly live in fear of the wrong person finding out. If it's revealed that I'm Valentine's daughter, but we manage to catch whoever is behind all of this, then I definitely think it's worth it. Just think of it as me paying for my sins."

Luke's gaze quickly snapped to her. "You do not have any sins, Clary. All of that lies on your brother and father. I know you're innocent. You can't help the fact that you were born into the Morgenstern family anymore than Jace can help that he was born to the Waylands or Alec can help that he was born to the Lightwoods. Just know that no matter what happens, I'll be here to support you, Clare."

Clary felt her heart constrict as she looked at the sincerity in his kind blues eyes. "Thanks, Luke," she said with a smile spread across her face.

"Are you still keen on leaving the investigation?"

She shook her head. "Nah. I think I'll stick around for a while longer."

She left his office and was immediately met with the scrutinizing gaze of Jace Wayland. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the hallway, opening the door to a supply closet and shoving her inside.

"What the fuck, Wayland?" she demanded as he turned the lock and moved to face her.

He stepped towards her and she moved away until her back hit the wall and she was effectively trapped. He put his hands against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she didn't know if it was out of fear or excitement.

"I was going to keep my mouth shut, but after looking at your face throughout that meeting I just can't. So, I'm going to ask for a second time. What happened to your cheek, Clary?"

She narrowed her eyes and straightened her back, anger taking precedence over any other emotion. This was none of his business. "I already told you I fell out of bed."

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?" he whispered dangerously low. "If that asshole Verlac is responsible for that bruise on your pretty face, I swear to-"

"It wasn't Sebastian, Jace! I fell out of bed, and hit my cheek. End of story. Not that it's any of your goddamn business anyway." She knew she shouldn't lie to him. There was no point to it. He knew what happened and he wasn't going to change his mind. But there was no way in hell that she was about to admit how weak she was to Jace Wayland. He already thought she wasn't able to hold her own, so what would he say if he knew she was getting pushed around by some over emotional man?

He shook his head, his golden eyes blazing. "It is my business. As far as I'm concerned, during this investigation you're a part of my team and I always look out for those on my team. If someone's hurting them I need to fucking know so I can fix the situation."

"Nobody is hurting me but myself, Jace. I swear I'm fine. Now, can you please just let me go home?"

He dropped his arms and turned away from her without saying another word to her. However, she could have sworn she hear him mutter something about kicking Sebastian's ass under his breath before leaving the closet.

She let out a sigh of relief and waited a few minutes before leaving herself.

As she approached the door to her apartment, she had to force herself to keep in a groan of frustration. Her door, which she knew she locked, was left slightly ajar. What was it with people breaking into her home? Though, whoever it was this time wouldn't be much of a threat. Nobody who knows what they're doing leaves the door open.

With her cellphone clutched tightly in her hand, she tiptoed into her own home and silently closed the door behind her. Her apartment was a wreck again. Drawers were thrown open, furniture was flipped over, and papers were scattered all over the place. As she passed the kitchen and living room, she caught no sign of her intruder still being there.

Then, she heard the noise of something being thrown against the wall in her bedroom. She ran down the hall and stopped dead in the doorframe of her room. Sebastian was standing next to her bed, breathing deeply.

"What are you doing here, Seb?" she asked, startling him.

He turned to face her and she immediately noticed how bloodshot his dark eyes were. He took a few stumbling steps toward her. "I can't fucking believe you, Clarissa," he growled out.

Sighing, she pressed the palm of her right hand against her forehead and closed her eyes. "Seb, I'm sorry about Aline, but you can't blame me for that. I'm not responsible for what happened."

He laughed darkly. "I'm not talking about just Aline anymore, Clarissa Fray." He gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her hand away from her face. The emphasis he put on her last name and the scent of alcohol that was heavy on his breath sent her stomach into a series of spirals. "I'm talking about that." He pointed to the floor next the far wall where her jewelry box lay, completely shattered.

Fear spiked in her blood as she realized exactly what he had found. "Sebastian, I-"

He talked over her. "I came here trying to find something, anything, that would help me figure out what the fuck happened to Aline and how she got dragged into all of this, and what do I find? I find out that you're a fucking liar, Clarissa Morgenstern. You're a liar and a fucking sneak and a fucking betrayer. You're behind Aline's death, aren't you?"

"No! Seb-"

His rough hands shoved her, and she tripped on something behind her, landing painfully on her back on the floor. She struggled to breathe as Sebastian loomed over her and she moved to grab her phone, which had skid across the floor when she fell. Sebastian stepped heavily on the hand she was reaching with and she let out a scream.

"You killed Aline, Clarissa, and I'm not going to fucking let you get away with it."

He removed his foot from her hand, but didn't waste anytime before connecting it with her ribs. She let out another scream and he quickly grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her torso off the ground and smacking her across the face.

"You better fucking shut up, Clarissa. Don't want your neighbors calling the police would we? Wouldn't want your dirty fucking secret to come out." He delivered another blow to her face before shoving her back down on the floor. Tears streamed from her eyes and she felt blood gushing from her nose.

"Sebastian, please stop," she sobbed, feeling lightheaded.

"Please stop? Is that what Aline said to you before you fucking killed her?" he demanded as he paced next to her.

"I didn't kill her!" she screamed.

"I told you to shut the fuck up," he seethed as he kicked her again. This time she bit back her cries of pain. "I-I need to think," he muttered quietly. Clary could tell the alcohol was really starting to get to him as his pacing became slower and slower before he finally plopped down next to her, sobbing into his knees.

She took her chance to reach for her phone with her uninjured hand. With shaky fingers she sent a two word text to the only person she could trust. Seb knows.

She dropped the phone from her hand, and Sebastian's head snapped in her direction as he heard it clatter to the floor.

"You fucking whore," he sneered.

After his next blow, her world went black.

I wrote this in kind of a rush, so sorry for any mistakes.

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