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When Jace came back into the room, Clary watched as he shook his head, trying to gain composure. Izzy stood up, lightly touched his shoulder, and walked out of the room.

"Jace?" Clary said tentatively. She had heard muffled yells outside the door, but didn't know what they meant. "Are you alright?"

Jace looked up in disbelieve. "I should be asking you that same question." He sat next to her on the bed. Gently, he pushed the hair out of her face, and tried to read her eyes.

Clary looked away. "Where do you begin?" She whispered, eyes wide. "They were really going to do it, weren't they? Those men?" She shook a little, and shoved her face in her hands.

"Yes," whispered Jace, as he took her hand. She looked back him. Her face had fear and worry written all over it.

"Thank God you came," Clary mumbled, shivering at thoughts of what if.

"But what if I had come later Clary?" Jace said, reading her mind. "What if I had thought, 'I'll go check on her right after I finish my drink'? Or if… If my shoelace had come undone! I would've been too late! I was stupid enough to leave you alone. In LA."

She squeezed his hand, "Jace, I wanted to be alone. For a little. I was being stupid."

Jace shook his head, "But I should've been there Clary -"

Clary looked at him pointedly, "Jace. Shut up. It doesn't matter." She leaned her head on his shoulder, and his arm instinctively wrapped around her. "What the hell? I shouldn't be comforting you! You weren't the one attacked."

Jace laughed, and pulled Clary closer. "But I could've done something, Clary."

Clary said, through gritted teeth, "You did. When you came, I thought I was... That no one was coming…"

Jace pressed his lips against her hair. "I'm so sorry, Clary."

"I know."

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Out in the hall, Izzy walked into Simon, who was leaning against the opposite wall. He looked up at her, smiled, and offered her his hand.

Instead, Izzy ran into his arms, into a hug. She shivered, and a slightly surprised Simon wrapped his arms around her.

"Simon, did you see her eyes?" She whispered into his chest. "That could've been me. There are more creeps out there, what if?" She signed to herself, and detached from Simon. "I'm being stupid."

Simon took her hand and they began to walk to Izzy's room. "No, you're not. I saw Clary too. She was devastated. Not that I could talk to her, with Jace on guard." Izzy laughed filled the room.

She sighed dramatically. "Boys have it so much easier."

Simon's eyes widened, "Not true. Have you not seen the Shaw Shank Redemption?"

Izzy laughed again and gently hit his chest. "Do you want to stay in my room tonight?" she asked imploringly. Simon wrapped her in a hug, but as he did so, he smelled her neck.

He hadn't fed in days. It was dangerous to be around humans. "I can't Izzy."

She abruptly pulled back, "What? Why?"

Simon stumbled over his words, this subject embarrassed him. "I can't, you know, well, I don't want to -"

Her eyes narrowed, "Why don't you want to Simon?" She stepped back, "What's the problem?" Simon still struggled with words, trying to finds one that didn't frighten her with the "vampire" thing, and one's that didn't offend her.

"Don't tell me that you still like Clary." Izzy hissed. A long time ago, Simon had been in love with Clary, but then Jace came into the picture. That dream was shattered. Sure, it took him awhile to accept that, but he had gotten over her.

"No! Izzy, listen I don't want to -"

"Forget it," she said loudly, as she turned her heel, "Good night." With that, she stormed into her room and slammed the door.

"I don't want to hurt you." Simon finished. And, for the second time tonight, Simon had the door slammed in his face by an irritated Shadow hunter.

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It stormed that night. Loud cracks of thunder surrounded the hotel.

Clary had fallen asleep easily in Jace's arms, but the nightmares were out of his reach. Twice that night, she dreamt of the men, and what they were going to do, and if they were going to do it to other girls. She would bolt upright, realize where she was, and sink her face into her hands.

Jace would wake up, and wrap his arms around her, and calm her down. He would whisper her name into her ear, until she wasn't rigged and stiff. Eventually, he would coax her back to sleep.

Some might consider it work, waking up at all hours of the night to calm down a traumatized young girl, but Jace didn't want to be anywhere else.

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