Carly POV
In the middle of the night, I felt the apartment portal to a new location. I snuck out onto the balcony and I recognized the landscape. We were back in New York near the harbor. I suddenly felt a presence and I turned to see Jonathan standing beside me.
"New York is beautiful in the morning." Said, Jonathan, as he stared off at the horizon. "I have always enjoyed sunrises. It's like watching the world come to life. The colors are beautiful when they reflect off the buildings and make the city, for a short while, a city of light."
"When I was younger I used to sneak out to this hideaway I made." I said as Jonathan turned toward me. "It was this old broken down hunting shack in the woods near our apartment. It was in the perfect position to watch the sun rise and descend, it was the only place I felt like I could be myself. That I wouldn't be pushed aside."
"That sounds lovely, Carly. I am so sad I never got to experience it with you. I bet it was beautiful." Said Jonathan
"It was. It truly was." I said
We both stayed silent as we watched the sun rise. I hadn't seen one in so long because of my vampiric nature. Now that I could walk in the daylight, I could feel the sun's heat on my skin once again. As we watched the sun rise, I realized what I wanted to truly say.
"Why are we back in New York? I thought we were looking for the Morning Star sword?" I asked knowing the answer before he even opened his mouth.
Jonathan smiled and turned to look at me. "We are taking a bit of a break. I think it's time to get Clary back."
"Why do we need Clary?" I asked looking away from his gaze. "She doesn't want to try and accept you. I want to help bring the good out of you, but she is frightened. She will make things worse. Why even try?"
"I know she doesn't want to accept my existence and I did scare her off, but I think she belongs here. She belongs with her true family." Said, Jonathan, squeezing my hand. "Once we get her back, things will make sense again."
I tried to play along, but I didn't want Clary to get hurt. I allowed her to escape and I will not let him take her again. I couldn't let him hurt her and when I got the chance I'd help her get away again.
"So what's the plan?" I asked
"I don't think it's such a good idea to take you along. Maybe, you should wait here." Hesitated Jonathan
I took a deep breath, grabbed his hand, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "The only way we can get to know each other is if we work together. I stayed with you because I believe there is good in you and I want to be by your side to make sure you don't do something you regret. So please, let me come."
"Fine, but if you try to escape I will hurt you." Said, Jonathan, as he explained the plan. "Jace and Clary are going on a date this afternoon. When they are seperated, I will attack Jace and impersonate him. You will hide close enough where Clary can't sense you and watch from afar to inform me if the shadowhunters are onto us."
"Do you think Clary will believe you are Jace?" I asked
"Oh, I think she will. No need to worry, Carly. We will have our sister back soon." Said, Jonathan, as he went to get ready.
Simon POV
The banging on the door stopped. I put my ear to the metal and heard nothing but silence. I searched with my ears to make sure there was no one hiding and from what I could tell there wasn't a soul near the building. "I think they're gone."
"The sun must've rose." Said, Jordan, looking toward the small window in the room. He turned back to see me pull the bar from the door. "Just because we don't hear anything doesn't mean Heidi didn't leave more vamps to finish us off."
"And you're sure she's behind the attack?" I asked
"I guarantee it. She set me up to provoke the vamps at the DuMort. It's exactly what she wanted." Gasped Jordan
"It's a risk I'm willing to take." I said as I pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. Even with my enhanced strength I couldn't get the metal to even bend. I tried pulling the door off from the inside, but it was strengthened to hold back wolves. "Damn it. They must have barricaded us inside."
"Where's your phone?" Asked Jordan
I pulled my phone out and the screen lit up. I noticed the empty bar emoticon and turned it right back off. "No service."
I looked over at Jordan and noticed how clammy his skin had gotten. I left the door and sat down beside him. He looked awful and I know he was trying to play it off as if nothing was wrong, but I could tell he was becoming weak. "Has the bleeding stopped?"
Jordan slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal the wound had stopped bleeding, but now veins of silver were extending from the wound. I looked from the wound to Jordan's face as he covered it back up. "I was stabbed with silver. I didn't want you to worry."
"No, Jordan, this is serious. If you don't get treatment you could die. You need a hospital." I said
"What would you even tell them?" Questioned, Jordan, as he cleared his throat. "That I am a werewolf who has been stabbed by a vampire, Simon? I can't go to a hospital."
"If you won't let me take you to the hospital, at least let me take you to the Institute. You need medical attention." I said trying to pick him up as he pushed me away.
"I am not going to the Institute. I made a mess of the vampire and werewolves. If I go there I could be prosecuted or worse. Just leave me be. I deserve this." Said Jordan
That's when everything clicked into place. "That's why you jumped in front of me. You think you deserve to suffer. That you deserve to die."
"Don't I?" Coughed Jordan
"No, you don't. You made a mistake and mistakes happen. If someone else were in your shoes they most likely would have done the same thing. You do not deserve to die because you messed up, Jordan." I explained truthfully
"I didn't just make some silly little mistake, Simon. Because of what I did the entire Brooklyn pack was slaughtered. I started a fight between the vampires and werewolves that have been somewhat peaceful for many years. I took whatever chance of peace there was and I shattered it. I deserve everything that is coming to me." Said Jordan
"Heidi did that, not you. I am not watching you die in here, so how do I help you?" I asked
Jordan looked at my pleading eyes and gave in. "The Praetor is the only place that can treat silver poisoning."
"Someone will come for us and then we are going to get you to the Praetor." I said with a smile. "You are my friend, Jordan. I won't let you die if I can help it."
"Thank you, Sim...on." Said, Jordan, as his eyes began to close.
I noticed this and tried to shake him back up, but he wasn't responding. Jordan's head fell to the side as I slapped him. I then continued to try and shake him awake but to no avail. "Jordan? Jordan!"
Carly POV
Jonathan and I followed Clary and Jace to an ice rink in Chelsea. As they walked in, Jonathan activated his invisibility rune and I kept at distance so they wouldn't sense me. Since my runes had vanished after my turn I had to be extra careful to make sure they didn't hear or see me.
As we watched them enter, I wanted to to tell Clary to run, but if I messed with Jonathan's plan he would push me away. I had to make sure he didn't hurt Clary, I just had to. It was the least I could do.
"You never told me you knew how to ice skate." Said, Clary, as Jace and Clary made it to the skate rack.
"Well, I don't. Yet. I mean, I was kinda hoping you could show me how it's done." Said, Jace, with a shy smile.
"Well, it's been a while since I've been on the ice. What gave you this idea?" Asked Clary with curiosity.
"Well, there's a photo on your dresser of you and your mom. You were at Rockefeller Center, and you look really happy in your little skate costume, and I knew that's something I had to do for you." Explained Jace
"That's so thoughtful." Said, Clary, with a big smile.
I remember when that photo was taken. Clary went skating with mom and Luke stayed home to babysit me. I begged mom to let me come, but she said I was too small, even though I was only a year younger than Clary. Now I know that was just an excuse so I wouldn't be in public, for fear the block in my head would break.
"Okay, what's your size?" Asked, Jace, as he jumped over the counter.
"Uh, six!" Said, Clary, as Jace grabbed the skates and handed them to her.
They both got their skates on and headed to the rink. We watched from the sidelines as Clary was trying to keep Jace from falling. I was holding back laughter as it was cute and hilarious that Jace wasn't good at everything. Jonathan on the other hand stayed silent, waiting for the moment they seperated.
"Let me help you. There you go. You're doing great." Said, Clary, as she held Jace's hands so he would keep his balance. "I couldn't stay on my feet until at least my third try."
"That makes me feel better." Said Jace
"I was six years old at the time, but still..." Said, Clary, as she laughed aloud. Jace looked playfully hurt by her laugh.
"You're making fun of me." Said Jace
"No! I'm just saying you are actually ahead of the curve." Said, Clary, with a playful smile.
"Ahead of the...I was born ahead of the curve. Clary, I'm just, trying not to show off 'cause I know this is your thing, so yeah." Said, Jace, with a bit of sass.
Clary nodded with a smile as she let go of his hands. "Well, please, by all means, don't hold back."
Jace smirked and tried to skate toward her. Two glides in he fell on his ass and slid a few feet down the rink. He laid there for a moment, trying to breathe as all the air was knocked from him. "Ow!"
Clary skated over and looked down at him with a smile. "You want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"You know, yeah. Yeah, I think that'd be nice." Said Jace
Clary leaned down and kissed him. For my entire life I had hated Clary because she got everything. But I now realize I want her to be happy. I want her to get the boy and live the life she dreamed of. I'm still jealous and angry I don't get to have that, but I also want her to be safe.
"It's not me, by the way. It's the skates." Claimed, Jace, as he reached out his arm.
"I see." Said, Clary, as she helped him up.
"I'm pretty sure they're too big. I'll go get a new pair. You'll see. It's gonna
be completely different." Said Jace
"Whatever you say." Said, Clary, as Jace headed for the door.
Jonathan tapped my shoulder and we followed after Jace. As he turned to grab another pair of skates, Jonathan revealed himself and held a blade to his throat. Jace tried to fight back, but Jonathan pushed the blade harder against his neck. I peeked around the corner, keeping myself hidden for now.
"I wouldn't if I were you. You hurt me, you hurt Clary and Carly, remember? When Lilith brought me back, she brought me back stronger. You can't beat me." Said Jonathan
"So, what are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?" Threatened Jace
"Maybe, I will." Said, Jonathan, as he raised his blade toward Jace. I saw this and ran from around the corner, catching the blade with my hands. The blade dug into my palms, causing blood to drip onto the floor.
Jace noticed my sudden appearance with wide eyes. "Carly?"
"Carly, what are you doing?" Asked, Jonathan, harshly.
"We came for Clary, not Jace. If you kill him Clary will never forgive you. If you want her by your side you have to keep him alive." I said as the blade dug deeper into my hands. "Please, Jonathan."
Jonathan realized I was right and threw the blade aside. I stepped back and held onto my hands as they healed almost immediately. Jonathan then took Jace's head and slammed it into the wall. It wouldn't kill him, but he'd be out for a few hours.
Jonathan transformed into Jace and I tied the real Jace up. As Jonathan went to collect Clary, I left a note in Jace's pocket, hoping the others would understand. I wiped my hands on my pants and peeked around the corner as Jonathan got to the ice.
"Clary, bad news. The, uh, owner's coming back. I think we should beat it." Said Jonathan as Jace as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"But you were getting so good." Said, Clary, skating over to him.
"Don't worry. There's somewhere else I want to take you today. Our day's not over." Said, Jonathan, as he helped her off the ice.
Clary set her skates against the rink and they walked out the door hand in hand. I looked back at Jace with one last sorry look and followed after them. I followed close enough to see them, but not close enough for Clary to sense me.
Magnus POV
I left Alec at the Institute and headed across town. I knew this was a mistake, but I was desperate. I needed help and I knew this was my only option. I came up to the mansion and was let in by a servant. I walked into the main hall and found him doing magical gymnastics.
"Is that you, Bane? I didn't see you all the way down there." Said, Lorenzo, as he did one last flip before landing on his feet. "So sorry to hear about your, well, embarrassing situation. I hear you're magic-challenged."
"I hear you've forbidden every warlock in the city from helping me." I responded with the same amount of sass.
"I have. And now you've come to me." Said, Lorenzo, walking over and grabbing a towel to pat the sweat from his neck.
"So what? Do you want me to grovel?" I asked
"That would be a start, especially after assaulting me." Said Lorenzo
"That was inexcusable." I said looking down at the floor.
"I did plan on punishing you for that. But fate has beaten me to the punch. So, how can I be of help?" Said, Lorenzo, taking a seat in a chair which looked a lot like a throne.
"Oh, come on, Lorenzo. You know why I came here." I whined
"Yes, I do. But I want to hear you say it. And it couldn't hurt to use the word please." Said, Lorenzo, as he took a sip of some fruity drink.
"Please, Lorenzo, will you help me get my magic back?" I begged
"So, how's mundane life treating you? Must be quite mundane. Doing laundry, taking the subway. But it gets deeper than that, doesn't it?" Questioned, Lorenzo, to just get me angry. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"Are you going to help me?" I asked
"As a matter of fact, I am." Said, Lorenzo, as he set his drink aside. "For a price."
"Any material possession you want, it's yours. Without my magic, you can't imagine what it's like." I said
"I may not, but, as High Warlock, it is my job to protect you." Said, Lorenzo, getting up from his chair to stand before me.
"Thank you, Lorenzo." I said
"You're, of course, aware that there are risks. I can give you the transfusion of magic, but whether your body accepts it…" Began Lorenzo
"I can take care of myself." I interrupted
"Very well." Said Lorenzo
He lifted his hand and began whispering something in latin. Suddenly light shot from his hand and consumed me. I lit up like a firework on the 4th of July as the magic coursed through my veins. As soon as it started, it had ended. The light faded and Lorenzo smirked.
"One top-of-the-line dose of High Warlock magic. Go ahead. Take it for a spin." Said, Lorenzo, taking a few steps back.
I began swirling my fingers as gold light appeared between my fingertips. I maneuvered my hands around and shot my hands into the air, my clothes changing into something a little more my style. I smiled and looked over at him. "I won't forget this, Lorenzo."
"No, I imagine you won't." Said, Lorenzo, as I began walking toward the door. "Before you go, aren't you curious about my price?"
After we discussed the price, I headed back to the Institute. I walked in as if I were still mundane and came to the library. I peeked inside and saw Alec and another working on something.
"We're really supposed to read through every page until we find a mention of the Morning Star Sword? There's got to be a faster way." Said a Shadowhunter
"I can help speed things up." I said appearing at the door. I used my magic to swirl the pages around until a stack of papers landed in my hands. "All the pages referencing the Morning Star Sword."
Once I got the papers, I ignored the surprise on Alec and the other shadowhunter's faces and headed to Alec's office. The other shadowhunter got back to work as Alec followed close behind me.
"Magnus, how did you get your magic back?" Asked, Alec, as we made it into his office.
"I got some help from Lorenzo." I said quickly as I continued scanning through the papers.
"Lorenzo? Why would he help you?" Questioned Alec
"He's the High Warlock. It's his job. I thought you'd be happy for me." I said
"I am, but…" Began Alec
"A-ha! Here it is." I said interrupting Alec before he could finish. "A list of transactions involving the Morning Star sword. And according to this ledger, it ended up in the hands of Liam Janssens."
"That doesn't sound like a Shadowhunter name." Said Alec
"No, he's a mundane and very wealthy. Collector from Antwerp. Apparently, he was so obsessed with the Sword that he was buried with it. Fancy a trip to Belgium?" I asked
"So we can go grave-robbing?" Questioned Alec
"Sounds less classy when you put it that way." I said as I swirled my hands around with some whispered latin and a portal appeared before us. "Feels good to be back."
Ethan POV
After I left the apartment, I stayed nearby in case something were to happen. I knew Simon and Jordan went after Heidi. Then I saw Simon return only to leave a short while after and that was hours ago.
I could sense something was wrong so I went to Luke. Luke and I have never really spoken, but I needed help and he might have the answers I need. Simon saved my life and I am going to return the favor.
I could just go in with a tracking spell to find him, but I wanted the whole story and backup in case things got hairy. I found Luke at some bar and sat beside him. "Have you seen Simon or Jordan? They went out to hunt for Heidi. I haven't heard from either of them since."
"Apparently, Jordan lost his cool on a raid at the Hotel DuMort and went AWOL. No one's seen him since." Said, Luke, taking a sip of his whiskey.
"I can do a tracking spell to find them, will you come with me? I have no idea what they are stuck in. Could you be my backup?" I asked
"Let's go find them." Said, Luke, as he chugged the rest of his drink.
We headed out back and I put a tracking spell on one of Simon's shirts. We followed the floating shirt across town until we came to the Jade Wolf. Luke went in first and I followed suit, the scene before us was horrendous. There were dead werewolves laid out throughout the restaurant and piles of dust where vampires had been.
"It's a massacre." I said aloud
"Whoever did this is going to pay." Said, Luke, as he leaned down next to Russell and closed his open eyes.
Suddenly I heard someone yell. Luke told me to go and I ran into the back. I found the storage room door looking worse for ware with trunks in front of it. I used my magic to throw the containers out of the way as I yelled Simon's name. I heard his voice respond as I used magic to rip door off its hinges and crush it into a ball.
I looked inside and found Simon sitting next to an unconscious and hurt Jordan. "Who did this?"
"We're pretty sure Heidi's behind the attack. She sent a bunch of vamps
with silver blades." Said, Simon, as he put Jordan's arm across his shoulder. I took the other arm and looked down at Jordan's terrible condition.
"Is he going to be okay?" I asked
"We have to get him to the Praetor. They're the only ones who can save him." Said Simon
"Okay." I said as we walked back into the dining room. Simon looked around as his heart sank just as mine had.
Luke was kneeling beside another fallen wolf. "Beati Bellicosi."
"Luke, are you coming?" I asked
"I have to finish the rites." Said Luke
Before anyone could say anything else, red and blue lights appeared in the windows. The cops had found Luke and it would take them less than a minute to get inside. Luke looked back at us. "Get him outta here. I'll take care of the cops."
"We have to contact the Institute. We have…" Began Simon
"Simon, I said I'll handle it. Get him to the Praetor now!" Said Luke
Simon hesitated for moment, but he knew Luke was right. We turned around and ran through the back door. As we exited we could hear the cops enter the restaurant. Simon wanted to go back, but we both knew that would make things worse. I opened a portal and we carried Jordan through it.
Alec POV
"New York to Antwerp in 14 seconds. There really isn't a better way to travel." Said, Magnus, as we appeared in an old Mausoleum. In the center was a stone casket that belonged to Liam.
"Let's just grab the Sword and get out of here. Don't touch anything you don't have to." I said as we stood on either side of the casket.
"Alexander, surely you're not squeamish about seeing a dead body." Questioned, Magnus, with an amused smile.
"No. I'm squeamish about disturbing a man's grave." I said
Magnus used his magic to move the lid out of the way. Inside was a skeleton clinging to the sword. He pryed at it and it wouldn't budge. He tried again and again it wouldn't move. So instead Magnus used his magic to break the corpse's fingers so the sword would fly into his hand.
"So, it's the Morning Star sword?" I asked
Magnus slid the sword from the sheath and he shook his head. "The sheath appears to be authentic. Onyx-plated silver. But the blade, not so much. It's a fake. Someone beat us to it."
"Jonathan?" I asked
"I don't think so. Judging from the cobwebs, it's been at least 20 years." Said, Magnus, handing me the sheath.
I wiped some of the dust away and found words in a language I didn't understand. Probably latin. "There's an inscription. Gladius Lucifero ceciderunt ex sphaerae fortitudo eiciam inferni."
"Sword of Lucifer, whose might will drive the fallen from the many realms of Hell." Interpreted, Magnus, as his body became tense. "With the real sword, Jonathan can summon an army of demons."
"We need to inform the Institute." I said
"Good idea." Said Magnus
We portalled back to Magnus' apartment so he could collect some of his belongings before going to the Institute. Magnus was grabbing as much as he could carry, I looked at him with confusion. "We could come back to collect this stuff once we check in at the Institute."
"I don't think that will be possible." Said, Magnus, continuing to grab different ingredients.
I stepped forward and grabbed a hold of Magnus' arm. "Magnus, there is something you aren't telling me. What is it?"
I could tell something was wrong by the sad look in his eyes. Magnus liked to hide his problems so no one else would have to shoulder them and I knew that was exactly what he was doing right now. When are eyes met his resolve shattered. "When I got my magic back from Lorenzo, it came with a price."
"What was the price?" I asked
Magnus bit his lip and continued. "The only way to get my magic back was to give him something in return. I was desperate. I gave him…" He looked around with a sad look. "I gave him the apartment."
"I'm gonna kill him." I said taking my bow from my pocket.
Magnus set down his belongings and held me back. "Don't go after him, Alexander. It was a fair bargain."
"He blackmailed you." Said Alec
"I gave it to him willingly." Said, Magnus, as he pulled the bow from my hands. "I have had many great memories in this apartment, but this apartment is just a thing. It is not important to me."
"Magnus…" I began
"But my magic, it makes me feel alive. Yes, I can do fabulous tricks, jet around the world, help the people I love. But more than that magic connects me to everything around me. Without magic, I feel like a stranger. The world keeps on going and It's like I'm not a part of it. It's like, suddenly, I don't matter." Said, Magnus, with a sad glint in his eyes.
"Magnus, of course you matter." I insisted
"I know. I know, Alexander. Everyone does. But without magic, I can't feel it." He said picking back up his belongings. "This apartment is not important. I have you and I have my magic. Truly, that's enough. Please, try and be happy for me."
"I'll try." I said as I smiled at him and he smiled back.
Magnus and I checked in at the Institute. While he was settling in, I went back to the apartment and waited for Lorenzo to arrive. I heard the door crack open as Lorenzo strolled in. As he stopped in the living room, I came from behind the curtain. "I didn't know you came with this apartment."
"Oh, that's funny." I mocked
"It really is a beautiful space wouldn't you agree? The perfect Brooklyn pied-Ã -terre." Said, Lorenzo, looking around the apartment with awe.
"You're the High Warlock. You're supposed to protect people like Magnus, not exploit them." I said crossing my arms over my chest.
Lorenzo looked over at me with a look of discontempt. "As a matter of fact, I did help Magnus. There's nothing to say that I shouldn't be compensated for it."
"I've seen your mansion. You don't need this apartment. You just wanted to humiliate him." I said taking a step closer to him.
"Yes, I did." Admitted, Lorenzo, with a smile. "And the fact that he sent his little boyfriend to plead his case tells me I more than succeeded."
"I'm the head of the New York Institute. Don't speak to me like that." I said
"You're right. Perhaps this is getting unnecessarily heated." Said, Lorenzo as he took a step back and held his arms behind his back.
"I want you to give Magnus his apartment back." I said as Lorenzo looked toward me. "And I'll make you a deal, a fair one. One not beneath your dignity as a leader."
"Let me tell you something about being a leader. When a subordinate comes
to question your judgment and launches a fireball in your face, it's your duty to put him in line. Your boyfriend still hasn't accepted that I'm the High Warlock now. Not him. If I had to break his spirit to teach him that, so be it." Said, Lorenzo, with fire on his tongue.
"Enjoy this position while it lasts." I said as I stepped next to him and place my hand on his shoulder. "The Clave doesn't take kindly to conniving, unethical Downworld leaders. You will slip up. And when you do, I'll be waiting there to take you down."
Carly POV
As they walked, Jonathan came to a flower stand. Clary adored flowers so he took a rose and gave it to her, without paying. "Thank you, but I don't think you're supposed to take those."
"There was no one there to stop me." Said Jonathan
"You some kind of outlaw now?" Asked Clary
"You're right. I'm sorry. I think I just forget myself around you." Said, Jonathan, as he realized his mistake.
I sat on a bench near them and held up a newspaper to cover my face. I looked over the paper to see Jonathan as Jace run up to Clary and kiss her. I almost puked at the sight of it and the look on Clary's face told me she felt the same. I could tell by her sudden change that she figured Jonathan out.
"What's wrong?" Asked Jonathan
"Nothing, nothing. I'm, uh, I'm light-headed. I must be dehydrated." Said Clary quickly
"Oh, I'm so stupid. It's me. I've been running you ragged all over the city." Said Jonathan
"Maybe you can get us something to drink." Suggested Clary
"Of course. Stay right there." Said, Jonathan, walking over to the food truck.
Clary sat down on the other side of the bench I was hiding on. I kept the paper up and watched her. She pricked her finger with the rose and I hid back the squeal I wanted to release. Jonathan looked back at Clary, but ignored it as she probably accidently poked herself.
She dropped some blood onto the sidewalk and then pulled out her phone. She dialled quickly and waited for the recipient to answer. "Izzy, I'm on the Promenade with Jonathan. He's glamoured himself to look like Jace."
"Are you okay?" Asked Isabelle
"I'm fine. He doesn't know I know. But Jace has gotta be in danger. We were at an ice rink in Chelsea. Jonathan must have ambushed him there." Explained Clary
"Is Carly with him?" Asked Isabelle
Clary looked around and I held my breath. If she discovered me, Jonathan would know she knows. It would blow any chance that he wouldn't harm her. She looked around, but she luckily didn't spot me, even though I was only a few feet away. "No, he probably left her at the apartment."
"Just sit tight. I'll find Jace. Then I'm coming for you." Said Isabelle
"I'll deactivate my anti-tracking rune." Said, Clary, as she deactivated the rune and then slid her steele back in her pocket.
"Good idea. Once we find you, you can use your Somnus rune." Said Isabelle
"That'll only sedate him for a minute." Questioned Clary
"That's enough time to take him into custody." Said Isabelle
Jonathan began walking back over and Clary hung up on Isabelle. As Jonathan came to stand beside Clary he noticed me and told me to stay still with his eyes. I stayed quiet as he asked her about the call. "Who was that?"
"Uh, Alec. He's checking on a report. But I told him about your surprise, and he said to take the rest of the day off." Lied Clary
"I guess I owe him one. Let's go." Said, Jonathan, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down sidewalk.
Once they were a good distance away, I took a deep breath and followed after them. I could use this as my chance to escape, but if I did Clary would be left alone with him and he would have no one to keep him in line. If it weren't for me, Jace might be dead and I know Jonathan will continue to do things like this.
It was beginning to get dark when they turned down the road that led to the apartment. I think Clary sensed his motive and started talking. "Where are we going? Why all the secrecy?"
"If you really want me to, I'll ruin the surprise. There's a gallery I've read about full of artists I think you'll like. It's up here." Said, Jonathan, pulling her along.
"Hey, uh. What's the rush?" Asked, Clary, stopping in her tracks.
"There's no rush." Said Jonathan quickly
"Well, I just...It's so rare we get to spend any time alone together. Why don't we slow down and enjoy the night?" Asked, Clary, stalling as long as she could.
"Are you okay? You seem a little on edge." Questioned Jonathan
"Maybe I'm just worried that I won't like your taste in art." Admitted Clary
Suddenly Clary looked behind Jonathan and so did I, from the hiding spot I was in, to see Isabelle, Jace, and Alec. Jonathan turned around to notice the squad as Clary tackled him to the ground. When his back hit the cement he transformed back into himself. "I thought we were enjoying our time together."
I watched as Clary was prepared to draw the rune, but she stopped. She began shaking and I knew it had to be something Jonathan was doing. I couldn't let either get hurt so I intervened.
When the others got close I used my speed to knock Clary off and help Jonathan to his feet. The others stopped and pointed their weapons at Jonathan as I stepped in front of him.
"Carly, move!" Yelled Alec
"I can't do that." I said as I grabbed his hand and we vanished.
Alec slammed his fist into the wall as Jace helped Clary stand up. He looked her over for injuries and made sure she was okay. "Are you okay?
"I'm fine." Said, Clary, as she looked in the direction we had gone in.
"Before Carly interrupted, you had him. What happened Clary? Why did you hesitate?" Asked Isabelle
"I don't know." Said Clary
Jace held her close when he felt something in his pocket that hadn't been there earlier. He backed up and retrieved the note and opened it. The others noticed the note and questioned it.
"What is it?" Asked Alec
"It's from Carly. She must have slipped it into my pocket after Jonathan knocked me out." Explained Jace
"What does it say?" Asked Clary
"It says, "I'm sorry for what Jonathan did to you. I am happy my interference stopped him from killing you, but it shouldn't have ever come to that. I am trying my best to keep him from killing and today was progress. Do not come after him because then all my progress will be lost. I need to save him if I ever want to save myself. Tell Simon and Clary that I love them and that I'm sorry."" Read Jace
"So what are we going to do?" Asked, Alec, as everyone turned to look at him. "We can't just let him go scott free because Carly wants to try and save him. What are we going to do?"
"We have to figure out a way to separate you all." Said, Isabelle, with determination. "Once separated, we can get Carly away from Jonathan and sediate him. That way we can get him in custody and Carly might just let him go."
"Are you sure she would do that?" Asked Alec
"I have no idea." Said, Clary, looking off in the direction we went. "She wants to try and save him. If she can save someone as evil as him then she might be worth saving. If we can get her away from him, maybe we can convince her that saving him isn't worth it."
"Do you think that would work?" Asked Jace
"I have no idea." Said Clary