When Clary and Magnus stepped out of the coffee shop, Isabelle was waiting, back against the cab. She glared at Clary.
"Clary. I thought I told you that we were not going to call Magnus." Isabelle said sternly, trying to resist the urge to leap at Magnus.
"I know you did, Isabelle, but Alec will understand." Magnus flinched at the mention of his ex-boyfriend. Clary ignored it and continued. "We are doing this for Jace. Tell Alec to… Just tell him to go up to the weapons room or leave or something. And the rest of the adults are out of the house as well."
"That sounds like a great plan, Clary. You're forgetting one thing though; Alec will be suspicious." Isabelle was still furious.
"Then you go with him. Please, Izzy. For Jace. We can be in and out in just a few minutes, and then we can go back to hating Magnus."
"I love how you talk about me like I am not standing right here." Magnus spoke up, putting emphasis on the last two words. Isabelle and Clary just glared at him for interrupting their conversation. Isabelle opened her mouth to speak, but Magnus cut her off. "You are wasting my time. Either we are going, or we are not. Pick one."
Clary shot a pleading look at Isabelle. Isabelle clenched her jaw. "You will walk straight in, speak with Jace, and walk straight out. Get in the cab." With that, Isabelle opened the door and slid in, not waiting for a reply. She could be so terrifying sometimes.
The trio road in the car all the way to the Institute in silence. When they arrived, the driver looked puzzled. "Are you sure this is it?" He questioned, eyeing the giant building. He, however, could only see a run down church.
"Yes." Isabelle replied shortly, handing him a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change." She slid out of the cab, still incredibly angry.
"Did you tell Alec to go somewhere else?" Clary asked timidly. She didn't want to anger Isabelle.
"He's in his room right now. I'll go get him, and you take Magnus to the infirmary." Isabelle replied.
"Thank you, Izzy." Clary said softly. She knew it was hard for her. Isabelle did not reply. She pushed through the big doors and walked straight to the elevator. Once inside, she jabbed two buttons; one to the floor of the infirmary, and one to the floor of Alec's bedroom. The doors to the infirmary floor opened first.
"Bye." Isabelle stated. Clary and Magnus stepped out, but Isabelle was not paying attention. She fixed her already perfect hair in the mirror to keep herself distracted.
"Come on then, Magnus. Let's make this quick." Clary grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hallway quickly. When she reached the doors, she turned to him. "Be quiet, in case he's asleep." Then she pushed gently against the door.
"Jace?" Clary asked sweetly. "Are you awake?" She crept around the door, Magnus following behind.
"He's asleep." A familiar voice announced. A shock ran through Clary's body. She looked over at Magnus, and he stood there, rigid.
"I thought…" She trailed off. "Izzy said you were in your bedroom." Clary was looking across the room towards Alec, dressed in all black sweats. His face was filled with horror.
"That was five minutes ago. I was headed to the weapons room and I thought I would drop by. I was just leaving." Alec said. He was trying to keep himself together; his emotions ranged from anger at Clary to fear to joy and to depression. He stood up from the bed, where he had been sitting just moments before. He shot a glare at Clary and then pushed past her, not acknowledging Magnus. Magnus stared straight ahead the entire time.
Once Alec had left, Magnus turned to Clary. "What the heck?" Magnus yelled. Then he lowered his voice back to normal. "You already broke our deal, and I haven't even been here for two minutes. I won't back out, but my respect for you, Clarissa Fray, is decreasing by the second." He spoke sternly, not willing to budge on his point. Clary looked at the floor, ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Magnus. I didn't mean-" She was cut off by a stirring from the bed. She glanced over, for the first time since they walked in, and saw her Jace laying there. His blonde hair was askew across the pillow, the top of his bare, muscular chest sticking out from under the sheets. His golden eyes stared up at her.
"Good morning, Clary."
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