Scarred for Life

Chapter 11

Clary P.O.V

"Hey little sis." Those words felt like a bucket of ice being thrown over my body. I was finally awake. How had I been so naïve to think that they wouldn't come looking for me? I left them to rot in prison; they must be hell—bent on my torture.

I quickly hid my surprise and, summoning my inner Jace, gave Jonathon my most arrogant smirk. "Hey Johnny, I didn't know you wanted to be a bartender!"

He just scowled. "I don't, unless you're to figure it out, I've been spying on you." Now that I had time to study him, I could understand why I couldn't see he was in a disguise. Over the years, he had filled out. Jonathon was about 6 feet tall, an inch or two shorter than Jace. His white-blonde hair was replaced with black, and he was almost as pale as me.

Although I still remember his eyes. Cold, hard, and calculating, I always feel as if they can see straight into my soul. They looked just liked my father's.

"Now why would you want to spy on me? I'm just an innocent little Shadowhunter."

This time it was my father that spoke. "You know as well as I that you aren't innocent. You killed a man, you left your father and brother to rot in prison, and have been lying to everyone around you since you got to New York."

"How do you know I've been lying?"

"Because you're still alive. If Jonathon Wayland had found out, you'd be dead. Also, your hair looks absolutely disgusting, like mud."

I knew he was right, about both points. "What do you want from me anyway?"

"I'm willing to forgive you Clarissa, for everything. I want you to join me and your brother in our quest."

"What is this quest?" I said, not really caring.

Jonathon spoke, "The same quest the Circle has had for years. To rid the world of demons, and downworlders to make the world a better p[lace. Join us Clarissa."

"And if I don't?"

"Your choice of course, but one way or another, you will join us. If you don't come willingly, I might have to … get rid of the people close to you." When I didn't react, Valentine continued. "Isabelle, Alec, Simon. Jace."

I couldn't help it, when he said Jace, I flinched. A spark, looking a lot like jealousy, flashed in the back of Jonathon's eyes. "You like him," he hissed, "You murdered his father! Do you really think he would want you? You're just a challenge to him! He'll take advantage of you. Then, when you give your heart to him and tell him who you are, he'll murder you!"

My eyed started to fill with tears. Jonathon had just brought my thoughts to life.

Jace P.O.V

I had my ear pressed against the door, but with the music blasting through the speakers, I couldn't hear a thing. I wanted, no, I needed make sure Rebecca was ok. If something happened to her, I would be destroyed.

I want to go in there and save her, but she can protect herself. If I go in after her and she doesn't need saving, she'll be super pissed at me. It's ok if she's mad; my Rebecca's super sexy when she's mad. No! Bad Jace! No naughty thoughts about Rebecca!

Clary P.O.V

"Will you give me time to think about it? You can't just thrust this on me and expect me to make a choice."

Valentine, who looked irritated, just nodded. He walked over to me and handed me a shiny, silver bell. "You have until the months' time. When you have made your decision, ring the bell and your brother will come get you." Hearing the dismissal in his voice, I started to walk towards the door.

I opened the door, and someone fell on top of me. I landed on the ground, hard, and looked up to find golden eyes staring back at me. "Jace, what are you doing with your ear pressed to the door?"

He smiled at me, not looking the least bit ashamed. "I was worried about you. I watched you run off and thought that maybe you were mad at me. Are you?"

"Of course not! I, uh, thought I saw a demon walk in here and decided to investigate. I was right, it was a Drevak demon."

"Why didn't you ask me to come with you? I could have helped." Damn, I didn't convince him.

"Because I don't need your help with everything! I can handle stuff on my own!" I said in what I hoped was an indignant tone.

Jace grinned, "I know you don't." Then, he leaned down and kissed me. It was just starting to get good when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Oh no, Valentine and Jonathon are still in here! I stood up, expecting to see them, but was relieved to see Isabelle instead.

"When you two are done sucking face, I'd like to talk to Rebecca. Alone."]

Jace gave me one last look before casually striding out of the room. When he was gone, I shot Isabelle a poisonous glare. "What do you want?"

"Relax, Clary. I just want you to remember who you are, and who Jace thinks you are. I've never seen Jace this happy, and I know it will crush him if he finds out who you really are. Just remember that you aren't the only one with something to lose."

"I know Izzy. I really like Jace too. I want him to know everything, but I'm scared of how he'll react. Do you think he will actually kill me?"

"I don't know Clary. You did kill his dad, but he also has really strong feelings for you. Whether he'll kill you or kiss you is still up for debate."

I sat down on a random box, feeling defeated. "What should I do?"

"Wait a little longer, and keep seeing Jace. When you feel that the time is right, tell him, and we'll figure it out. Together."

I smiled and looked up, thanking the angel's for sending Izzy down from Heaven to help me with my boy problems.

Hey guys! Sorry it's a short chapter. I'm writing it in the car on my way to Nebraska. Tell me what you think!

See you soon,

ByTheAngel99