Hey guys! So so so sorry it took me this long to update. School was over on the 6th then I went to paris on vacation.. oh and then every time I tried to write this my computer would update and restart, then delete my work. No there is no automatic save on my mac. And no, I kept forgetting to save it.

Also, I have finally finished City of Heavenly Fire. It was freaking amazing. Was anyone else surprised about the length of it? I honestly expected like half that size. She could've easily split it in half and made two more books. (Not that I'm complaining) I needed to reorganize my bookshelf because the spot I had made for it was too small (sorry Percy Jackson, you got reshelved) Also, people were like "be surprised there's a lot of sadness" or whatever it is. Like they were saying a lot of people were going to die. I didn't really see that. The ending was…. Haha I'm not giving any spoilers. Don't want anyone to hate me. J

Ps. I wrote the above like a month ago. I've had writers block. I'm soooo sorry. And this is really really short because of as I said, writers block. I will finish this story, just give me time

I have to say thank you to all of you because, honestly, I was expecting at least a few complaints about me not updating. I DIDN'T GET A SINGLE ONE! So THANK YOU! (should I be happy about that? At least I didn't feel preasured) And with that, here's the next chapter.

Chapter (I have no freaking idea :p)

Both of Clary's hands braced the end of her marble sink, as she stared at her reflection. Black and blue marks marred her face, and blood dripped slowly from her nose down to her chin. Never, had she ever wanted to heal the scars as much as she did at that moment. She hadn't seen Jace when she'd finished practice. Jonathan had instructed her to go back to her room alone. When he saw the bruises… She didn't even want to know what Jace would do when he saw them. Sighing, she picked up the once white rag, which dripped a pink color on the clean marble, and dipped it into the cold red water. The main door to her bedroom slammed shut just as she applied pressure to her nose, making her jump and drop the rag. It made a splash in the water.

She wasn't worried about Jace walking in on her. She'd made sure to lock the bathroom door before doing a thing. Surprisingly, he didn't knock on the door or ask for her and it made Clary nervous. She pressed her face up against the door and listened carefully. She heard the shuffling of feet and the squeak of the bed. But other than that nothing. He wasn't looking for her.

She knew she couldn't hide in the bathroom, and even if it was to just clear away a few of the bruises, though against her father's orders, she'd left her stele on her desk. A new bruise was forming across the bridge of her nose, but the bleeding was finally stopping. She pressed her forehead to the door panel and felt herself unlocking the door, with a click. She took a deep breath.

And opened the door.

JACE was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. Clary had lied to him. She'd told him that she'd betrayed him because she had had no other choice. In truth, she had. What she'd done had been for a job position. It was wrong. Beyond wrong. And he was prepared without a doubt, to start yelling the second she came out of that bathroom. He heard the clicking of the lock and swung his legs so that he was in a sitting postion, a good yelling position. The door creaked open slowly and her figure appeared. He jumped up ready for a fight, but the words died in his mouth. She was full of bruises. They covered her face and stretched down her arms. He couldn't see any on her legs, since she was wearing pants, but wouldn't have been surprised if they were there too, hidden.

"Clary what…" He sighed. "what- happened to you?" Even as Jace spoke those words, he knew.

"Jonathan." She said quietly. He watched as Clary walked over to her desk. He noticed the little winces she made with each step and the slight limp in her right knee.

"He… beat you up?" Jace found himself whispering. Clary picked up her stele an drew a small iratze on her arm. Her nose healed however every single bruise stayed. Jace didn't ask why. There had to be some kind of reasoning to it that he couldn't understand. However, how she'd been able to only heal her nose, he had no idea. She had a gift with runes so maybe… Shaking his head Jace sat back down on the bed. It was maybe three or four in the afternoon. Jace wasn't so sure, as he wasn't looking for a clock.

He'd watched most of the "practice" with Valentine on that secret floor. He'd seen a lot of brutality but not enough that it would warrant as much scarring as Clary had at the moment. What surprised him most was that Clary didn't seem much bothered by them. Jace realized then, that she was used to this. She was used to being pushed around and beaten up. It had made her harden over the years and turn into a shell of the girl he loved. He still loved her, still wanted to protect her, but for a moment he actually asked himself, "is there anything left to save?" He immediately scolded himself. Of course he could save Clary. She wasn't gone.

Clary plopped an old book on the bed next to Jace. It was the same one she'd made him read the other night.

"I want you to finish it by midnight." She said, deadpan. Jace's previous anger rose up to the surface.

"You have got to be kidding me." Clary froze, her back to him as she was in the middle of finding a clean pair of pants. She had enforcer work tonight.

"I'm not."

"Clary-" She turned back around.

"The faster you learn the new rules, the faster you can start training." Jace stood up.

"I'm not reading it."

"Why not?" Jace was shaking with anger. This was ridiculous.

"Do you really have to ask?" Clary took a step toward him.

"I'm not in the mood for your Jace Comments." He put his hands on his hips.

"Jace comments? Really?"

"Just read the fucking book, Jace." She turned back around and changed into new black pants and an Enforcer shirt. It was going to be a long night.