"Ithuriel," she whispered and the stele shown with a cleansing light between them. Jace's eyes momentarily widened, second-guessing as to why he had let her take his stele.
"Clary?" he began, his body slightly twisting under her's, but Clary's hand shot out against his sweat- coated chest, stilling his movements.
Before Jace could think harder on that thought, Clary traced a pattern across his heart. Jace breathed in a huge lung full of air, and when he exhaled, his eyes flashed white.
Clary stilled as she watched his eyes focus on hers, waiting with baited breath for what came next.