Clary felt the whisper of a finger brush against her lips and opened her eyes. For a moment, she imagined the night before was just a bad dream, a nightmare. If her raw wrists were any indication, it was that this was no nightmare.
She followed the arm hovering over her and turned to the perpetrator- Jace.
"Jace," she whimpered, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Jace, heartbroken, untied her hands above her head and brought her into his arms, "We don't have to fight him anymore, Clary. We are free."
Clary just sobbed, while Jace caressed her soothingly.