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Chapter Nineteen: Consume his heart and you shall live forever

Jonathan has her.

Clary's entire body was shaking when Jonathan came back into the room. She was crouched in a corner with her back against the wall, praying for the nightmare to stop, a child-like voice in her head nagging that it wouldn't. She had heard screams of anger, shattering of broken vases thrown at one's face before complete silence –the most frightening of all. Then the two voices had continued talking, in a much more civilized manner this time.

"Clary?" Jonathan asked, as he couldn't see her, his voice a sickening whisper that he thought was sweet.

He switched the light on and almost laughed. Clary frowned and stood up, dusting off her ling pajama bottoms.

"Do you and your dad always fight like this?" she asked.

"Yes," Jonathan said, a cruel smile on his lips. "Why? Don't you?"

"Throw vases at my dad's face? No, not really." Clary shook her head. "So what did he say?"

"Let just say that he doesn't like when I do deals behind his back," Jonathan started. "Especially when it concerns Jace Wayla– Herondale. You see," he continued, taking small steps closer to Clary who couldn't go any further. "Jace has that effect on him. My dad wants him down –permanently– and he thinks you could be helpful."

"But you said–"

"I know," Jonathan cut her off. "I said I would protect everyone you love blablabla, but the thing is, as long as you are here, Jace and Alec won't stop coming after us, which is unfortunate for my dad's business."

"So no deal?" Clary said and lifted her chin up to look Jonathan in the eye.

"Sorry," he said.

"Fine, so I'm getting the hell out of here," she said, and pushed past him toward the door.

He caught her arm and spun her around, pulling her against his chest. She struggled trying to free herself, but it was no use; Jonathan was way too strong for her. He crushed his mouth onto hers, gripping her face so tightly that she felt dizzy with pain.

"You're not going anywhere, darling," Valentine said, strolling into the room. He stopped in front of her and his hand went crushing on Clary's cheek. "This is for trying to steal my son."

He looked at her in surprise as Clary didn't scream or burst out crying like he would have expected. She just looked at him with bright green eyes, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She spat on his face. "This is for trying to kill my husband."

He raised his hand again but Jonathan caught it before it reached Clary's cheek again.

"My son and I have a lot of misunderstandings as you have probably fathomed from your eavesdropping. But there's one thing we agree on: Jace Herondale always takes what we want. Victoria, you." He sat at the end of Jonathan's bed. "And we also agreed that killing him right now would be too merciful after what he did to us. No, he deserves a much more slow and painful death… starting with your corpse at his feet."

xXx

"Get me Magnus on the phone," Jace almost roared, slamming the door to Hodge's office open. "Now."

Aline was standing in the middle of the room, typing frenetically on her tablet. The other member of Hodge's team were trying to locate Clary, whose picture had taken over most of the screen to help for the facial recognition process.

"What's going on Jace?" Hodge asked, putting a hand on Jace's shoulder, hand he shook as soon as it entered in contact with his black shirt.

"Clary isn't on Idris," he answered between gritted teeth.

Alec arrived then, heavily panting, holding a thick file in his hands. He looked around the room where everyone's attention was focused on Jace's furious face.

"At least, everyone's still alive," he whispered.

"I- It's not possible," Aline stuttered, felling Jace's murderous glare on her. "I saw her climb into the jet, you did too."

"Since then did you talk to her?" Jace sighed.

"No, it always seemed to be the wrong time, you know,"

"And that didn't strike you as odd?" Jace asked. "God Aline, do you realize what you've done?"

"Communication with Idris in thirty seconds sir," one of the members of the team said and handed Jace an ear piece.

"Jace," Alec began, "this is not her fault. Clary knew what she was doing."

Jace spun on his heels. "Are you serious? Do you honestly think she knew? She sacrificed herself for us –for me– she had no idea what she was getting herself into."

"Okay," Alec said. "But shouting on everyone won't help you find her. So let Aline do her job and–"

"Ahoy Captain Aline!" the joyful voice of Magnus filled the room through the speakers. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Maggs it's me, Jace."

There was a small silence. "You know," Magnus simply said.

"Yes, I do," Jace answered. "How could you let her do that? You were supposed to be her friend –her best friend–"

"Jace," Alec said again.

He took a deep breath and forced an ugly smile on his face. "What are you talking about?" Magnus asked.

"Clary didn't left for Idris with you Izzy and Si," Alec answered.

"Hey lover," Magnus greeted him.

"Focus, please," Jace interrupted him.

"Right. Clary got on the plane and you two left," Magnus began. "Then she started yapping on and on about how it was her fault and that she should be with you, helping you rather than shipped off to a wonderful island –which I love, if I may add. So she asked us for a small favor. Aline said that she couldn't leave until the plane was in the air –with us on board– and Clary isn't crazy enough to throw herself from a midair plane –even with a parachute– so I had to make a scene.

"I pretended I had forgotten one of my sketchpads for my new collection and that there was no way in hell that I was going to leave the Big Apple without it so Aline –after a half hour argument– left to get it for me."

"Did Clary say something before she left the plane?" Jace asked, his voice was only a whisper now.

"Yep, she said that she was going to you guys to help you bring down the bastard that is threatening our family. Why isn't she with–"

"What are you talking about," the faint voice of Isabelle rang behind Magnus, "Of course she's with them!"

"Jace?" Magnus asked.

Jace said nothing.

"Alec?"

"What's going on?" Isabelle asked. "You're on speaker," she added.

"I'm sorry," Alec began.

"Oh my God! She's not –she's not with you!" Magnus cried. "Where is she?"

Alec turned to look at Jace. "We don't know exactly, but we think she's with Jonathan."

"The crazy son of your friend the psychopath?" Magnus said.

"What does that even mean?" Isabelle shouted. "You were supposed you protect her, you dim-witted idiots!"

"Izzy," Simon said. "Calm down, think about–"

"Don't you dare say 'the baby'," Isabelle warned him. "The baby is fine, my best friend on the other hand…"

"Listen to me, both of you, here's what you're going to do," Isabelle said, "You're going to hang up the phone and you're going to find this Jonathan person because you're supposed to be the best at what you guys do. Then, you're going to find Clary and when you do, Jace, you're going to beg for her forgiveness and if she's stupid enough to grant it to you, you'll give her everything she wants for the rest of your silly pathetic life. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Jace said.

"Now go."

xXx

Clary woke up to the crystal shatter of more vases. It sounded like someone was moving the furniture around. Daylight was pouring into the room, bathing her tired eyes in the bright halo of late morning, partially blinding her. Jonathan wasn't in bed, for which she was glad; she had only fallen asleep the night before, because she was exhausted. Carefully she tiptoed out of bed and toward the door. She wanted to open the door but she was too afraid, there were so many male voices, she didn't recognize.

She remembered everything now as the pain reared back inside her: the black eye, the swollen lip, Valentine's laugh, Jonathan politely asking his father not to damage her too much, the hard floor as she fell on the ground, the cracking of her ribs, breaking inside her.

She knew she needed to escape, she was maybe strong minded but her body wouldn't withstand much more pain. She had to take the chance, had to warn Jace that they would use her as a trap for him and Alec, had to convince him that the best way to save their loved ones was for him to stay away. She opened the door slowly, and immediately wished she hadn't.

In the center of the room, tied up on a chair, bloody and was Jace.

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