Jace gasped in pain as Sebastian's claw-like nails dug into his skin, the need for air paramount in his survival. But Jace squeezed even harder and gritted his teeth against the pain, blocking out the pain just as his father had taught him.
Clary bounded from the bed as she saw a flash a light reflect off of something lying on the floor. She sprinted towards the object the moment her brain recognized the object- Jace's stele. She dove for the bed once the stele was in her hand.
"Keep him still," she commanded, moving her wrist in an arc.