Chapter 3
Ruthless
Jonathan looked at Clary as she slept, taking in how beautiful she was. Her red hair was sprawled out around her head, resembling fire. He ached to run his fingers through her hair and he ached to press his lips against hers. Silently, he shut her bedroom door behind him and walked to her bed. He set down the stack of clothes in his hands and the note he wrote giving her instructions. She began to stir, so Jonathan quickly went out of her room and down to the kitchen.
After a few minutes of cooking breakfast, Jonathan heard footsteps lightly coming downstairs. He grinned and set out two plates. Clary entered the living room area and scowled at him. She was dressed in a light green shirt that set off her eyes, and shorts that hit her mid-thigh. Her hair seemed to glow in the light. In her hand, she was clutching a crumpled piece of paper. She eyed him as she sat at the table.
"So lovely of you to join me Clarissa. You look lovely," Jonathan said, setting food on her plate. He sat at the other end of the table, looking at her greedily. Everything about her looked perfect except for the welt on her cheek. She acted as if she didn't hear him, though he could tell she was clearly annoyed.
"This is like one of Valentine's apartments that we stayed in," she said as she looked at her food.
"Very observant. Yes it is, but I've Clary-proofed it," he said looking as he ate some eggs.
Clary said nothing and began to eat. Jonathan hated when she ignored him, but he held his temper. They ate in silence, and finished nearly at the same time. Clary got up and began back to her room. Jonathan got out of his chair and followed her. She whipped around to face him.
"Will you stop it! Isn't it enough to lock me up in this prison without you following me everywhere?" Her expression was fiery, just like her hair. Something came over Jonathan and he pushed her against a nearby wall. Their faces were centimeters apart.
"My house, my rules Fray. If I follow you around you deal with it. If I ask you to shut the hell up you do it. If I tell you to kiss me you will. I'm pretty sure you don't want to see the consequences if you don't do what I say. Understand?" he said firmly. She said nothing, but her expression hardened. He stroked her bruised cheek.
"Good," he said and he drew away from her. She rushed up to her room, and Jonathan didn't follow her. He heard her door slam, and he knew she was pissed. He kind of liked it when she was angry, she was pretty hot. However, Jonathan had to extinguish the flame inside of Clary. He wanted her so badly and he knew that she would never give him anything if she was like this. He needed to put out the spark that made Clary. He needed to break her, bend her to his will. A brilliant plan started to form inside Jonathan's sick, twisted, sadistic mind.
"I've never seen him like this," Isabelle said, looking at Jace. He was clearly in distress as he talked to Magnus, who was obviously avoiding Alec.
"He's lost someone he loves. If you went missing, I would probably act the same," Simon said. Isabelle blushed then rested her head on Simon's shoulder for a few seconds. They were staring at a map. Places where Clary might be were pinpointed. So far only one red tack was on the map. Truth was, no one had no idea where Clary was. The tracking spells hadn't worked at all.
Jocelyn was in Clary's room looking through her things again, trying to find any clues. Her eyes were red and puffy, with dark shadows under them from crying and lack of sleep. Everyone in the Institute was in panic-mode and Isabelle felt like she was being of no use. All she did with Simon all day was try to think like Jonathan.
In most crime investigations, you're supposed to thing like the villain. But Jonathan was so damn unpredictable. A while ago, she had trusted him because she had thought he was Sebastian Verlac. "Sebastian" killed her little brother Max, then was killed by Jace a while later. Then he came back to life, having an attachment to Jace. Now he had kidnapped Clary. The bastard always had tricks up his sleeve that no one expected.
Max.
Isabelle's heart ached as it always did when she thought of her little brother. She blinked back tears then looked at Jocelyn as she rushed out of Clary's room. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand. Isabelle rushed over to her, as did the others.
"What is it?" Jace asked.
"An address… It was in her notebook. Her writing," Jocelyn handed it to Jace. He examined it.
"Clary is reckless, rash, and irresponsible but she sure as hell isn't stupid. She probably wrote the address down in case she didn't come back. Why she wouldn't tell anyone is beyond me," he said. He looked up at the rest of the crew. Isabelle saw something in his eyes that she had never seen since Clary had gone missing: Hope.
"I think… I think we just found our first clue."
End of Chapter Three
