RECAP!

Jace went after Laurel, only to be captured by the same person who captured her! (Names will in fact be revealed in this chapter in case you didn't figure it out yet!)

Laurel found out that Jace is her brother (Sorry, not sorry, Lace shippers 3)

Isaac and (insert captor's name here) want Laurel to "join them", whatever that mean ;D

Aaaaaaand Jace is unconscious!

NOW ON TO THE STORY!

Laurel looked down at her hands just as she had for the last twenty minutes since Valentine had locked her and Jace in a cell. Her wrists were raw, the skin peeling away, and surrounded by a ring of dried blood; it hurt to move them, so she simply looked at them as if that would make them no longer ache.

She glanced over at Jace who was beginning to stir. He sat up but put a hand to his head.

"What the hell happened?" he groaned, looking around before his amber eyes rested on Laurel. The golden-haired boy was at her side in a flash, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Laurel, are you okay?" his voice was sincere as he spoke.

Laurel nodded her head even though she was lying.

"Because Laurel, he's my son."

Those words rang out in her head over and over again, like they were taunting her.

Jace's mouth was set in a thin line-It was obvious that he knew she was lying. Laurel felt tears burning her eyes and she clenched them shut, not wanting Jace to see her cry. But the boy wrapped an arm around her, holding her to his chest as he rubbed her back. She felt safe in his arms; she felt loved. But she knew it couldn't happen. Jace was her brother.

Brother.

The word burned her tongue even though she'd only thought it.

"Laurel, what's wrong?" Jace asked, his voice soft. "Is this about Valentine?"

She nodded her head numbly before sitting up and looking into his eyes. They usually held a sharp, predatory gaze; but now, they were soft and concerning.

"Jace, you don't know why Valentine kidnapped me, but I do," she said before taking a deep breath. "Valentine is-"

An evil laugh rang out through the air and she shuddered. Jace stood abruptly, his eyes once again gaining back their cool and lion-like gaze.

"We have to get out of here," Jace said as he bit his fingernails, his eyes searching the cell for a way to escape.

Laurel stood up but immediately regretted the decision as black spots danced in her vision. Her hands clawed the wall for something to brace herself, but a pair of hands were suddenly around her, holding her up.

"I've got you," Jace said softly, his warm breath hitting her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

O.O.O.O.O

Jace could visibly see how just speaking to Laurel affected her. It made his heart beat faster and his head spin. He could feel her skin, warm and flushed beneath her tattered clothing. There was only one other person who made him feel this way: Clary. And even though it was wrong, he couldn't seem to remove those emerald eyes from his mind.

He moved his head slightly and his lips brushed her ear, the contact sending adrenaline through his veins. Jace swallowed as Laurel turned to look at him. Her brown eyes held something he'd only seen in Clary's green ones: Desire. And he knew his own amber eyes held the same look.

It was as if his body was acting on its own; his head was moving towards hers and his eyes were on her lips which were cracked and slightly bloody. But the golden-haired boy couldn't bring himself to care.

All she had to do was let him kiss her, and all of this would be over. . .

O.O.O.O.O

Laurel didn't know what to do. She wanted nothing more than to feel Jace's lips pressed against hers. How was it possible to want something that was so wrong? Jace cupped her face in his scarred, calloused hands, his slender fingers handling her like fine china. She rested her hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his ripped shirt. Something warm spread across her fingers and she gasped as she staggered back. The brown-haired girl looked down at her hands which were stained in crimson blood.

"Jace," she whispered.

The shadowhunter looked down at his shirt as a dark spot spread across the fabric. Laurel heard a loud scream and soon realized it was her own. She heard footsteps pounding down the hallway, echoing off the stone walls, and soon enough, Valentine was opening the cell door. A look of worry flashed across his face before being replaced by his usual stony expression.

Did he actually care?

No. Valentine is a cruel human being. He is unable to care.

"Don't just stand there you bastard!" Laurel yelled angrily as Jace crumpled to the ground.

"Now Laurel, no need to be hateful. I'll help Jace." She raised a brow. There was something about his tone that made Laurel think he wasn't done talking. "If you join me and Isaac."

"Laurel, don't," Jace said weakly, his face strained and pale.

She inhaled deeply, shutting her eyes. Jace. I have to do this for Jace. The brown-eyed girl opened her eyes as she exhaled before answering.

"I'll join you."

"No!" Jace shouted, pulling himself up into a sitting position. Less than a second later, Isaac was standing behind Jace, his hands gripping the injured boy's shoulders tightly. How did he move so fast? She hadn't even seen Jace move that fast. Isaac took his stele from his belt and he pressed the burning tip against Jace's back. When he was finished, the tension in Jace's face disappeared before his eyes rolled back and he crumpled to the ground with a dull thud.

"What did you do?" Laurel asked, her tone frantic, as she knelt down beside Jace's unconcious form.

Isaac smirked. "We weren't about to drag him away kicking and screaming," the fair-haired boy replied, his tone bored as he spoke to her.

"Why do you need him?" she asked, glaring at Valentine.

"Because Laurel, I want all my children to be together." He smiled sinisterly and, as if on cue, a figure was shoved into the small and damp room. Their red hair was damp with blood on the tips and their green eyes were wide when they saw Jace lying on the floor.

"Clary," Laurel said, looking at the girl with a horrified expression.

"Isn't this just marvelous?" Valentine asked, clasping his hands together as he looked at the two girls in front of him. "All my children, together at last."

"What?" Clary gasped, her eyes moving from Valentine to Laurel and back again.

"Clarissa, Laurel is your dear sister," he replied with cold eyes. Watching the shocked expression on Clary's face only brought a smirk to his own. "I'm going to let you and your sister catch up. Jace may wake up in a few hours, so, until then, get along," Valentine added with a sadistic smile before walking out of the cell and shutting the door as Isaac slipped out behind him, following him like a second shadow down the corridor.

AHHHHH!

Okay so, what do you think Valentine is planning? Will Laurel, Clary, and Jace escape? How can Isaac do what he can?

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS MY LOVELY LITTLE MANGOES!

With hugs, kisses, and giant pretzels,

~Lanny