I was sooo happy with the reviews I got! You guys are great! Also, my birthday was on Wednesday. My parents got me a huge colored wood, archery set! Made my day. I think my 17th birthday had something to do with this chapter. Not much craziness though. There will be in the next one. I promise. Enjoy!

Chapter eleven

Clary woke to banging on her door. Groaning she changed sides and snuggled into a warm body, whose hand rested on hers. She opened her eyes and smiled at Jace, who to her knowledge was still asleep. If this knocking continued though, he wouldn't be. As slowly as she could she slipped out of bed and walked over to the door. She expected it to be Jonathan or her father. However, it was a girl. She looked about twelve with auburn hair braided down her back. Clary noticed the choker on her neck. This girl was a Downworlder, one of her father's "servants" who were bound in human form by a warlock's spell, held in the choker. Only Valentine could take it off, something he'd never do.
The Downworlder held a tray of food and behind her was a box of clothes. "You missed breakfast." She said. "Master wished for you to eat." Clary nodded and took the tray from her.

"Give him my thanks." Clary said formally. The girl curtsied and turned to leave. Clary grabbed the box with her free arm and used her foot to shut the door. Jace was still asleep and had taken over the bed. Sighing, she set the tray on her nightstand and sat on the floor, rummaging through Jace's new clothes. There was a leather jacket, two black, long sleeved shirts, two black short-sleeved shirts, and two pairs of jeans, two pairs of workout shorts, combat boots, and tennis shoes. There was also a small bag with a razor and toothbrush. At the bottom of the box was a small sealed envelope signed to Clary in Valentine's handwriting. She opened it slowly.

Clarissa,

Normally I would scold you for missing a meal, however I feel that you've earned time to yourself. When you and Jace wake, eat and come to my study. I have something for you.

-Your Father.

Clary nudged Jace. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at her. "Morning." He said, stretching. Clary stood up, unsmiling. She couldn't help it, as it was a habit.

"There're clothes on the floor and food on the nightstand. I'm going to take a shower." Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed into the bathroom turned on the water and got undressed.

Jace watched her retreating back and sighed. It would be harder to get into her head than he thought. He picked up a pair of jeans; a long sleeved shirt, and the jacket and changed quickly while she was in the shower. He was munching on an apple when he noticed her sketchbook by the balcony. Maybe he could understand her better through these. He picked it up slowly, listening carefully for the sound of the water being shut off. The first page was a picture of Jonathan, his eyes narrowed and his hands on his hips. The next one was a sketch of the city and it was so detailed it had to of taken days to complete. The third picture was a scene. Valentine stood with Jonathan, holding a whip in his hand. Clary was in this one, however it just showed her back. Swallowing, Jace flipped to the fourth picture. He smiled. It was a headshot of him, handsome as he was. 'Hello beautiful.' He thought.

"What the hell are you doing!" Jace silently swore. He hadn't heard the water shut off. She stood there at the door, dressed in a silk robe. Her red hair stuck at to her forehead and was dripping onto the floor. She rushed over and snatched the sketchbook out of his hand.

"I was curious." Jace said.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Jace." She snapped. Jace pursed his lips.

"Chairman Meow is still alive I believe." Clary snorted.

"And has Magnus ever gotten his nose stuck where it doesn't belong?" She sounded pissed but he'd successfully gotten her to show something of a smile. She was right though. Magnus liked to avoid anything that could cause himself trouble.

"Eh." Shaking her head, Clary walked into her closet and started changing clothes; skinny jeans, boots, and a long sleeved shirt. She dried out her hair and went back into the bathroom to put on a bit of makeup.

"Lets go."

"Where?" Clary turned at the door.

"Lesson number one: don't ask, just do." Jace narrowed his eyes.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Clary sighed.

"Come on." She held the door open and made Jace walk through first. She was keeping her eyes on him. She wanted to be with Jace. She wanted to protect Jace. But the truth in the matter was, she was more terrified of Valentine's threat. Jace was compulsive and headstrong. Clary already expected a few whippings from her father. Jace refused to listen to anyone but himself and this new rune he had… she wasn't sure if that was enough to hold him back.

Clary took Jace's hand and pulled him along the corridor and down a flight of steps. She knocked three times on the study door.

"Enter." Valentine boomed from the other side. Clary removed her hand from Jace's and pushed her way inside. Jonathan lounged on a couch by the window. His feet sat on the armrest. He was reading a red hardback book. It was old from what Clary could see. Valentine looked up from his desk. "Jonathan, leave us." His head shot up from the book.

"Hmm?" He said.

"Leave." Jonathan ground his teeth and stood up, slamming his book shut and tucking it under his arm.

"Yes, sir." Valentine waited until his son had left the room to speak.

"I hope you slept well." He said casually. Clary nodded once.

"Thank you for allowing me to sleep in." She said.

"And how is Jace feeling his morning." Clary realized he was asking her, not Jace who was standing right next to her glaring at him.

"He's a little slow, but otherwise seems to lack pain." She answered quickly, before Jace could snap.

"I want you to start teaching me Clarissa."

"Teaching him?" She asked, confused. Valentine nodded.

"Yes, yes, the rules I've taught you over the years. You will inform me when he breaks any of them or fails to listen to you Clarissa. I want him to learn. Not to be pitied." Clary swallowed.

"Yes Father."

"If cannot grasp this in a week," He added whispering into Clary's ear. "You will be punished along side him. Are we understood?" Her eyes widened.

"Only a week! Father-"

"On another note, I've got something for you." Valentine walked behind his desk and pulled out two boxes. One was small. The other was short and wide. Clary went over to them. She looked into her father's eyes. "Happy Birthday Clarissa." Her eyes widened even more at the mention of her special day. She'd been living with him for so long and he'd never once mentioned it. Sure she'd gotten a present of two, but the fact of it being a birthday present had never been brought into the light. "You are eighteen tonight, are you not?" Valentine smiled at her and patted her shoulder. This was a complete turn around from the strict Valentine only three minutes ago. "There will be a ball tonight for you. I've had a dress made for you." Clary was absolutely shocked. Jace was uncomfortable. "It should be in your room by noon. I'm sending a servant up to finish your hair." There was silence.

"I-Thank you, Father." She stuttered. Valentine pulled her into him and lightly kissed her forehead.

"Now, open your presents." Nodding a few times Clary opened the smaller one first. It was a new Stele. "This hasn't even been released yet." He said. "It should work better than the one you've got tucked away in your boot." Clary smiled softly. Valentine nodded to the larger box. Clary pulled it towards her. Inside, was a Seraph blade. As she looked closer to it, she noticed the hilt was engraved. Clarissa Adele It said. "It's name is Cassiel." (I looked up names on shadow hunter wiki just sayin') He said. "And I will allow you to keep the weapon in your room." Clary shut the lid. She put the smaller box on top of the bigger box and picked them up.

"Thanks," Clary said again. Valentine seated himself back down at his desk.

"I'll see you in the main hall at five. And," He added as Clary and Jace reached the door. "Make sure to heal those bruises on your face."

"Yes sir."

"He's throwing you a party? And he got you presents?" Jace didn't know what to think. Clary shrugged. She didn't know what to think either.

"The present thing isn't new." She said. "And he normally has a bunch of meetings and fancy parties. I've only been invited to a handful of them. I have no idea why he's being nice to me right now." She opened the door to her room.

"It's because little Clary is growing up." Jonathan mocked from her bed. Clary snorted. She wasn't happy.

"Jonathan, how many times have I told you to stay out of my room!" Jonathan tilted his head back and smirked. Ignoring her, he said.

"Chill, little sister, I'm only here to wish you a happy birthday."

"Bite me." She snapped. Jonathan smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Gladly." She pointed at the door.

"Get. Out. Now." Jonathan sighed and looked at the floor in fake disappointment.

"Alright. See you Clar." The second he passed through the door, Clary slammed it.

"What was that about?" Jace asked. Clary shrugged.

"Jonathan comes in a lot. I don't know the reason." Jace looked as if he wanted to ask more but was interrupted by another knock on the door.

"You're always busy aren't you?" He stated. Clary opened the door to the same girl who'd brought the food that morning. She held a dress protector and a few boxes.

"May I come in?"