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Asia's P.O.V.
I almost lost it when Alec and Simon dragged Jonathan out like a prisoner. Yes, he has done some... Okay, a lot of bad things, but I know they can see the change he's gone through. I also knew I needed to control myself soon. I was the center of everyone's attention, all eyes were on me. Before I could panic, my mother started the proceedings.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, fraternizing with the enemy?" She asked.
"Mom, I didn't plan this, okay?" I said. "I didn't plan on falling in love with him, at all. It just happened."
She laughed without mirth. "You don't know what love is, and when he is dead, you will move on."
"WHAT?" I yelled.
"Well, for his crimes he will be severely punished," my mother responded. "You know that, right? I have no pity for him; he deserves it."
"Yeah, but a lot of people deserve a lot of things," I argued. "I know you saw the change, Mama. He has changed. The demon blood is not in him anymore."
"He still has to be charged with his crimes. The law is-"
"-the law," I interrupted. "Yeah, Mom, I know the saying. I'm not stupid."
My mother stands and a sharp slap echoes throughout the room as her hand connects with my cheek. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again," she warned. Then she strode out the door.
A lone tear slips down my stinging cheek. By then, Alec and Simon had returned. Alec looked disappointed in me. Everyone did, in varying degrees. Clary looked downright angry at me.
I glared at all of them. "Look, I know what you guys are thinking; I'm making a huge mistake by loving him. But you know what? I didn't ask for your permission, any of you. And I know Jace will be pissed when he wakes up, but I will handle him myself, okay?"
I go to my room, not turning back to see their faces. 'And I really don't care, right now.'
Sebastian's P.O.V.
'Well, this is just great.' I'm in a dungeon that smells dingy, with these creepy Silent Brothers all around. 'I wonder what Asia is doing right now? Probably being interrogated by her family. It's all my fault. No, it's my father's. I could have had a regular, normal life...' It's so dark, I couldn't even see my hands in front of my face. All of a sudden, there's a witchlight illuminating the room. I was able to see, but the light hurt my eyes. Asia stepped into view.
"How did you get here?" I asked.
"I walked down and asked the Silent Brothers if I could visit you. After some convincing, I'm here." She replied.
I noticed a painful looking, red handprint on her cheek. "What happened to your face?"
"Nothing." Asia wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Oh, so you call a handprint on the side of your face 'nothing?'" I demanded.
Narrowing my eyes, I walked closer to her and gently grabbed her chin in my hand, causing her to stiffen. I examined the handprint on her face, only to see a tear run down it. I wiped it away and kissed her lips through the bars of my cell. After a moment, I pull away to look into her eyes.
"Please, tell me," I pleaded.
"It was Maurice," she said, a slight whimper in her voice.
"Why?" I demanded.
"Because I defended you and stood up to her. She got angry."
"Why did you do that?" I nearly yelled. "You're already on thin ice. Go back and make up with them, while I try not to punch this wall and wring her neck for hurting you."
Asia sighed. "Fine, but one more kiss." She leaned forward and kissed me. I reveled in the feeling of her lips against mine. She slowly pulls away and places a kiss on my forehead. Then she leaves and takes the light with her.
Afterward, I sit back on my bed and slowly drift off to sleep
