Chapter 6

Jace's POV

Jace woke that morning to the smell of bacon. Forgetting where he was for a brief moment, he sat up, taking in his surroundings. He had a small room, and only a single bed, with a dresser and wardrobe in each corner, but as much as he hated to admit it, the view out the bay window made up for it - rolling countryside for as far as the eye could see, broken only by a couple of barns, rivers, and ponds. Summoning all the willpower he could muster this early in the morning, he rolled out of bed, heading across the hall for a shower.

Isabelle and Alec were already seated around the kitchen table when Jace finally made it downstairs. They were engaged in a lighthearted conversation with Clary, and seemed to be actually enjoying themselves.

"You're here," Isabelle said happily, holding up a glass of pink liquid "You have to try some of Clary's homemade strawberry juice, it's amazing!"

"I am a man," Jace said, "And men do not consume pink beverages."

"Anyway…." Clary started "Today I was thinking that I could take you guys around with me while I do some farm work, so that you all know what to do tomorrow?"

"Oh joy, how fun" Jace muttered.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing"

"Well, in that case, will everyone be ready in half an hour?"

Upon hearing the small chorus of yes', Clary stood up and began clearing the table.

Clary's POV

As Clary watched Alec and Jace try their hands at sheep shearing, she felt a little sorry for the two city boys. They had lived most of their lives as upper-class children, not knowing what hard work felt like. This way of living must be quite a shock to them. Deciding it was time for them to take a break, Clary called out to them, "Alright guys, I'll get Magnus to finish that off later, let's go get lunch"

She then proceeded to head back to the house. Alec put down the shearer, and ran to catch up, before asking, "Who's Magnus?"

Clary turned to look at him "The farmhand, what makes you ask?"

"Nothing, just curious"

Shrugging, Clary turned back around and continued onto the farmhouse, where Izzy had said she would make lunch.

Alec's POV

Alec was fairly certain he had seen Magnus the previous day when they had been driving up the long driveway for the first time. There had been something about the tall, dark-haired man that had caught Alec's eye, and when he had turned to look at the passing car, he had caught Alec's eye, and actually winked. Alec wondered if perhaps this 'holiday' wasn't going to be so bad after all. Shaking his head, and unable to mask the smile on his face, he headed up to the house, where Izzy was making another one of her infamous lunches. Alec felt almost sorry for Clary, who had no idea what was about to hit her.

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