sorry this one is short but i will work on the next part when i am in speech because speech is boring! any way, hope you enjoy!
"Who is Tessa?" Jace asked after giving Magnus the chance to elaborate, which was declined by the Warlock. "What does this person have to do with anything?"
"How ironic." Magnus mused aloud, with a blissful smile. "She would be your great, great, great, great grandmother." Jace looked at Magnus with annoyance.
"Then shouldn't she be dead or something?"
"She is part shadowhunter part Warlock." Magnus stated cooly. "And don't tell me that the offspring of shadow hunter and warlock produces a stillborn baby, I know. Things were very complicated."
Jace closed his mouth, for the first time thinking that it might actually be a good thing, and looked to the ground. After all this time, after he had convinced himself that there was no one left in his family beside the adoptive one he found in the Lightwoods, there was Tessa.
"Anyway, I will be going to London now, I'll be back in a few days if I can convince Tessa to come with me."
"I'm coming too!" Jace and Alec shouted in unison.
"I need to meet Tessa, maybe if she knows I am her family she will be convinced." Jace explained, realizing how desperate he sounded, but desperate to find his family or get Clary back?
"And what about you?" Magnus turned from Jace and looked at Alec, who had suddenly become very interested in the dirt boots on his feet. Alec lifted his head up, cheekbones flushed bright red, and looked at Magnus.
"We need to talk." Alec announced walking towards Magnus, taking the sparkly warlock by the arm, and pulling him out into the hallway.
"What is going on? I thought we agreed that we could handle being around each other without having some sort of… mishap." Magnus said once the door behind them had closed. Alec's face was shy and unsure- the reason Magnus had been so interested in him in the first place.
"Magnus, I know I can never make up for what I did with Camille, and I know that you don't want to see me, but I can't do this. Every time I see you it's like my heart is ripping in half again. Over and over and I can't…"
"Alec…"
"No let me finish." Alec cut off, and Magnus could see the pain in his face, before he shifted his eyes to the floor. "You are the best thing that has happened to me and I know I hurt you, but…" No Alec pulled his head up and looked into, rather than at, Magnus.
Magnus pulled Alec to him, and kissed Alec, as if nothing bad had transpired between them, as if nothing could go wrong. Alec stiffened at first, not expecting the forwardness of Magnus' gesture, then softened as the familiarity of magnus' lips on his own washed over him. It was like Magnus was home.
He had his brave shadow hunter in his arms, and had him under the impression that nothing was wrong in the world, unfortunately nothing could be further from the truth.
Magnus broke from Alec, wishing he had time to stay behind with him, and looked into his blue eyes.
"You can't come with me, but I will take Jace." Magnus stated with a soft voice, as he caressed Alec's face. "I can use jace as a bargaining chip for Tessa, but…" I don't want you to find out about the Clockwork demons yet.
"Fine." Alec nodded reluctantly. "But don't get killed."
Magnus couldn't respond, he wasn't sure if he could keep Alec's prommis.
After getting hauled off to her room by Jonathan's robots, Clary walked over to the wardrobe and changed into something less revealing, and grabbed her sketch pad and a pencil and started to sketch Jace. She missed him, and trying to get his features right- his angeling cheek bones, muscular body covered in ruins, and golden hair and eyes- seemed to ease the pain until she had finished then the pit in her stomach was greater.
A knock on the prison/ bedroom, turned into Jonathan, his twisted smile causing goosebumps to emerge on her arms. Behind Jonathan, Clary could still see the robots individual parts moving like the innards of a clock, jerking occasionally when the old cogs tripped or missed over another gear. She hated the things, but she was drawn to them with a strange intrigue.
"Clary, come out." Jonathan stated with a demanding fax kindness. "I was going to take you around the town, and let you get some fresh air."
"Really?" Clary asked, the confusion she was planning on masking more than clear to Jonathan. Jonathan, on the other hand, had entered the room and looked at Clary with a slight distaste in her choice in clothing- dark jeans, an emerald green tank top, and a light leather jacket that she had set beside her.
"Yes, sister, tell me have you ever been to London?"