Hey guys! I know I've been really slow at updating lately. It's not that I've been busy I just haven't had any inspiration to write. I'm trying my best to finish this story though. I won't leave you hanging. I promise. Also, I hope you all reading this story have read most of the books. I know some people don't and then they get really confused. Thanks

Enjoy

-Jen.

Chapter 18

Jace paced back and forth in his cell, restless. He'd been in there alone for three days… or had it been four. He couldn't remember for the life of him how long he'd been there. The nasty smells from the place must've gone to his brain. Occasionally a servant had come down to give him food but for the most part, that was all he had seen. Clary hadn't come once. Clary… He missed her. She might've pissed him off a few times but she was still Clary: his Clary. He'd seen her walls break a few times, showing herself once or twice. He didn't blame her: would never blame her. He blamed Valentine. He'd done this to her.

Speaking of the devil, the door at the top of the stone staircase creaked open and in walked Valentine and- Jace sighed- Jonathan. "Hello Jace." Valentine said as if this were a normal, friendly, chat. "How are you this afternoon?" Jace tilted his head to the side.

"Quite Lovely. You see, that little servant of yours and I had a tea party this morning. She brought cake. It was delicious." Jonathan rolled his eyes. Valentine just stared at him.

"Jonathan." Valentine's voice snipped. Jonathan took smiled. This was what we wanted. His father had no idea what he was getting himself into. Jonathan shoved Jace so that his back hit the hard, filthy ground, and pulled out his Steele. "Do you know what Demonic Parabatai is Jace?" Valentine asked. Jace struggled to get out of Jonathan's grasp, but it was no use. He was too strong. "Have fun Jonathan." Valentine said as he left the room. He had other matters to attend to.

Jared sat quietly next to Clary on the ledge of one of the roofs in the city. He watched as her red hair blew back in the wind. She didn't seem to notice the cold air or how her nose was almost as red as her hair. She sat there quietly as she kicked her legs back and forth and watched people mill in and out of the small bar across the street. Jared tried to ignore how pretty she was in the moonlight but to no avail. He'd had no plans to confront her on those feelings until a few days ago… when Jonathan had begun pestering him.

"What do you think of my father?" he'd said one morning. They'd been alone, or as alone as one could be in the Morgenstern mansion. The question had taken Jared off guard and he quickly stammered the automatic reply.

"He-He's a great man." Jonathan laughed then, and it surprised Jared so much he took a step back.

"A great man would kill your mother Jared?" Jared's fists clenched at his sides. "A great man would kill thousands of innocents?"

"You-you would've done the same thing." He stammered. Jonathan shrugged, losing his half crazy grin.

"Possibly. I am a monster, as most people like to put it." He took a step closer to Jared. "But Valentine is destroying this town piece by piece. He's killing civilians. Who's making the food we eat Jared? No one. I want to build the city up. I want people to fear me but be afraid enough that they won't try and attack, although I do like a good fight. We need workers and a balanced system. Right now, this is a medieval shit hole." Jared nodded slowly.

"y-yes sir." Jonathan wrapped an arm over Jared's shoulders.

"Now I want to talk to you about my little sister." Jared immediately tensed, not expecting this turn of events.
"W-what about her sir?"

"I see the way you look at her Jared. I see how your eyes follow her as she walks past you. You want her." He looked off toward the city, as they stood on the patio of the mansion by the edge of the fence.

"So?" Jonathan smiled.
"I want you to have her."

"Why? Why would you ever-"
"I want her on my side Jared. She doesn't like me. She doesn't like anything about me-"

"You did try and kill her." Jonathan glared. Jared immediately bit his lip.

"Yeah, I did. But I've noticed recently how much shes grown in her training. She's been a threat to me. Now, I want her as an ally. I want to control her movements and her strength. Do you want to prove yourself to me Jared?" He nodded. "Make her fall in love with you. I do not want her with William. He's a thorn in my side and a full on Valentine Robot. Can you do this Jared?" Again Jared nodded.

"But, what of that Jace character. Doesn't she-?"

"Soon enough he won't be a problem. Go do what you need to do."

"You're thinking pretty hard." Clary said, breaking Jared out of his memory. He nodded.

"Yeah… I guess I am." Clary studied him for a moment before looking back over the tops of the buildings. "It's really quiet." Jared said suddenly. Normally, at this time of night, there were more people in the city: not a lot but more. Where was everybody? Clary shrugged.

"I didn't notice." Jared could feel the awkwardness between the two of them. The silence stretched on.

"I'm… sorry about Jace." He said suddenly. Clary didn't even look at him.

"Why?"

"You… love him don't you?" Jared had almost said loved as in plural. That would've been one big screw up.

"Jace? Maybe at a point I did. But he's someone I need to let go. He's not my priority." Jared would've believed her had it not been the forcefulness behind the words. He could tell Valentine was controlling her words but her mind was very clearly in control. She, the real Clary, the one Jared had yet to meet, was still in there, fighting back. And she didn't like the words this Clary was saying.

"Clar-"

"Can we not talk about Jace." She said, immediately jumping up and walking over to the other side of the roof. Glumly Jared followed.

"Yeah. Sorry." Clary didn't respond. She had her arms wrapped around herself. It was then he realized that she was cold. How had he not realized it before? He shrugged off his Enforcer jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders. The cold air immediately hit his bare arms but he ignored it. Clary glanced up at him.

"Jared-"

"It's fine."

"But-"

"Really."

(I was going to stop there but I realize I've been very slow at updating. So I'm going to add a bit on Jace. I don't want anyone freaking out on me.)

2 days later

Jonathan sat leaning his back on the bars of Jace's cell. Jace was curled up fast asleep about a foot away from him. Valentine had no idea what he had done and Jonathan relished in the thought. Jace would be Jonathan. He would act like Jonathan. He would have about the same strength as Jonathan. However there was a price. Jace couldn't get hurt. Every time he did Jonathan would feel it. If Jace was killed, Jonathan was killed. Jace was like his twin brother. Together they would take down Valentine. Clary wouldn't know about any of this. If she came down for any reason to talk to Jace she wouldn't be able to tell a difference. Or at least, Jonathan hoped.

"What are you doing." Jace muttered. Jonathan looked over at him. Jace was still on the floor, but his eyes were squinted.

"Waiting for you to wake up. I wanted to talk." Jace groaned and sat up slowly.

"About what?" Jonathan smiled.

"What would you say to putting an end to Valentine?" Jace narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jonathan leaned in so that his face was pressed into the bars.

"I want my father dead, Jace. Dead, and out of the picture." Jace smiled just a bit. Jonathan mirrored him.

"You're little friends are planning an attack here. Don't ask me how I know. My father won't fight the battle. He'll run and hide until it's over. I know exactly where he's going to go. You're going to help me." Jace leaned away and looked away.

"How do you know I'm going to help you." Jonathan shrugged.

"Because, you're my parabatai."

ok quick question: did alec feel anything when that happened to Jace? I don't remember. if he didn't i'm going to pretend he did just saying. Thanks for reading.