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Alec's POV

Feelings roared through my blood as I looked at Magnus. He was here. In Peru. In Peru!

I decided to pull a Jace and answer his question with a question. "What are you doing here?"

"I came for Clary."

He came for Clary. What did he want with Clary? Jealously soared through me faster then I could process, and I felt my face harden. My fists were clinched, and I was almost certain I would throw a punch.

That was until I saw Clary.

She looked as if someone had slapped her and I realized I hadn't exactly called of things with Magnus yet. Maybe she had realized this and probably hates me.

"Clary, I-" I started, but she cut me off.

"What do you want with me?" She answered in a surprisingly cool tone, considering what was going down at the moment.

Magnus looked at Clary with solemn. "It's about your mother. We may have found a way to wake her up."

Clary's POV

My mother.

They have found a way to wake my mother.

Faster than I can process it, I'm demanding Magnus to tell me how. Then he's opening a portal and I'm stepping through only to find...

Jace.

He's wearing jeans, and a white t shirt so that you could see the dark black runes drawn on his skin. The sight of him makes my heart flutter, and I take a step back, almost bumping into Alec who had just stepped through.

He narrows his golden eyes at Alec and me, clearly trying to analyze the situation, then decides to shrug it off. He gazes just fixes on me and he comes towards me. "Hey..." He says with his usual laziness.

My voice cracks when I spoke, "What are you doing here?"

"You're trying to save your mom. You need my help to do that." He seemed to take a more superior, cocky tone at that statement.

"Our mom," I corrected him, "and why do I need your help?"

Magnus is the one to step in and answer. "Your mother used a potion that resolved into her being forced into a magic-induced coma, as you already know. The problem is that the cure is hidden in a book on the grounds of The Wayland Manor, which Valentine undoubtedly put some sort of wards that keeps everyone and everything out but himself, and..."

"Me," Jace cut in.

I looked back to all three of them, starting with Jace, then Magnus, and ending at Alec who looked just as confused as me. Clearly, they weren't going to elaborate any farther so I spoke up once again. "What does this have to do with Jace?" I asked.

He took a deep breath. "I was raised in that house. It will know me."

"We're not certain, but it's worth a shot," Magnus said, "and Jace is right. It will more than likely know him."

I nodded warily. "Alright. What book was it?"

He seemed to smile a bit. "The Book of White. Your mom was- is- a very clever woman."

Jace had given me a stele so I could draw a portal. He grabbed my hand, and walked in the portal before me. I followed after him, with a quick over my shoulder at Alec. He looked a little apprehensive, and I flashed him a reassuring smile before I stepped through.

When we came back out, we were standing in front of a large manor with unique and elegant structures. I slid my hand out of his and followed him up the hill.

It was decided that we would go then and there to the Wayland manor because of my impatience that soon returned as I watched Jace use an opening rune on the front door. I heard the familiar sound of a bolt being unlocked and the door swung open. Jace stepped inside, seraph blade ready, and gestured me forward.

Inside, all the furnishing was covered in white sheets and there was dust everywhere. I followed Jace to the study and when I was inside he shut the door for only God himself knows why. Though, I knew enough to not question him.

He gazed around the room, no doubt remembering his time here. I took the time to study him: the gold of his hair, the dark shadows under his eyes and the hollow of his cheeks indicating his lack of his sleep, the sad expression on his face and his hard, set jaw as he remembered that his whole life was a lie- then again, so was mine.

He turned to me, arching a golden eyebrow. "You know, Clarissa. I vaguely remember you staring at me once before and me remarking it. Shall I say this is a case of déjà vu?" He smirked.

I realized that he had caught me staring at him and I blushed a dark red. I averted my gaze and gazed around the library. It was about two times smaller than the New York institute and not as many bookshelves. I gazed at all of them, then looked towards Jace. "Where to start looking?"

Alec's POV

Jace and Clary had just begun to step through the portal, when I turned to Magnus. "What are you doing there? I thought you were banned from Peru?!" I demanded.

Magnus just stood there, regarding me with his gold-green eyes. "I am. Though, considering Clary's situation, I thought it was worth the risk," he narrowed his eyes at me then. "but that doesn't explain what you two were doing here."

I looked away from him. "We were on a date."

I could sense his eyes widen, even though I was not looking at him. "A date? Are you cheating on me?"

I looked at him, then. "No. Magnus, I think it's time we broke up."

Simon POV

I was walking towards the Penhallows' house to meet up with Isabelle, when I recalled an earlier conversation I had with Clary a few days ago:

"You have to tell them," she demanded.

I was pacing back and forth in her room in Amatis' house, anticipation coursing through my non-flowing veins, and I was that if I had a pulse, it would have begun to quicken.

I had just admitted to Clary that I had been seeing both Isabelle and Maia, and didn't know what I should've done.

"I know. I just didn't think we were either of us exclusive," I had responded.

"That doesn't matter. It's still wrong. Not to mention, that if you didn't have the Mark of Cain, they both would have the power to kill you if they ever found out."

The conversation kept replaying in my head as I knocked on the Penhallows' door.

It was Isabelle that answered.

She smiled up at me. "Simon! Thank goodness! Everybody is out and about and," she looked down at her feet, and frowned deeply. "I don't want to be alone at the same place where that coward killed my brother."

"It's okay, Izzy," and we began to walk away from the house in silence.

Clary's POV

We had split up- Jace going to one side of the study, and me the other- when I had come across a leathered book. "Jace? Could this be it?" He looked over his shoulder at me, and saw the book in my hand. His eyes widened, and he strode over to me in three large steps. Our hands touched as he reached for the book, and I yanked my hand away immediately, ignoring the expression on his face, as he looked at me, then the book.

As he started to look through the pages, I wandered to his side of the room, and skimmed through the titles of the books. The majority of them where about demonology, so out of curiosity I picked one up at random.

I turned back towards Jace, but turned around again as I heard the creaking noise of a door opening.

I dropped the book.

Because in front of me, there was a doorway with a set of stairs going downward that had not been there before.

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