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Clary bit her lip as Jace's long legs mounted the cement steps of the building.

How was she going to convince him to help her murder three men he didn't know?

How was she going to convince him to trust her?

Clary felt her lips curve into a sly smile. She couldn't help the dark thoughts racing through her head as she and Jace made their way over to a registration desk, the woman there fussing with her uniformly ironed collar and straight tie under Jace's expectant gaze.

You could find a few ways, surely?

Maybe ones that involved those strong, capable legs...

She could faintly hear Jace sighing and remarking about the inapt service, efficiently cutting off Clary's fantasies when the receptionist's incessant babbling responded. "Sir I-I the hotel is not responsible for damaged or misplaced key cards, it's why we supply two in th-the package left in the rooms. And you must know that we have a s-strict policy for those that come in and out of the hotel. We need to see your key card before you're allowed-"

Her high pitched squealing, she sounded like a goddamned pig with the flu, was cut off by the humming tones of the male next to Clary. "To gain access, yes, so you've explained quite thoroughly. But I can't exactly go to my room to get my other key card and gain access if I'm not allowed access in the first place, can I? Lissa," he drawled mockingly. "Where is you're manager, I'd really like to..." Clary found his voice had faded into oblivion. She seemed to be sucked into the swirling darkness lingering in her head.

Those muscular legs, they'd buck beneath you.

Oh yes...you could convince him.

Make him trust you...

Fake love if you must...the revenge...would be worth it.

Clary thought about it as the pair before her squabbled. It wouldn't be fair to Jace if she'd do that.

Life isn't fair.

And he took her in to help her, she couldn't trick him. Or...try to.

Willingly took you in. And once they're dead who cares? You'd have fulfilled your goal.

It'd be worth it.

He's just some diligent, vigilante, assassin. He doesn't mean anything.

Not to you, not to anyone.

He said it himself...he works alone. Always on the road. Use him.

Clary felt her lips part with the brilliance stuffed into the plan. To make him trust her, make him feel obligated to help her. Of course it'd be morally wrong but she was aloud to make wrong choices now. Then again she didn't know if she could do it. The man was an assassin. She couldn't weasel her way into his heart if she tried.

But you've made it this far.

This was true. Using him...this man that saved her life. Maybe she could...

The same man consuming her thoughts brought her back to reality with a tug on her arm. "Come on Red, let's go." Her green eyes quickly took in the gleaming card in his hand, new and sturdy. Jace's free hand had engulfed her upper arm in a feverish heat, something Clary wasn't accustomed to. Her father's hands had always been cold when he'd touched her, but as they stepped into an awaiting elevator Clary felt herself revel in the relaxation his touch brought. Or maybe it was just touch in general.

"How did you get the key card?" Clary found herself asking, curiosity getting the best of her.

His eyebrows furrowed, skin on his forehead crinkling. "Are you slightly deaf... or blind?"

"I-," she copied his expression for the serious tone in which he remarked this usually sarcastic quip threw her off and she had to replay the question in her mind.. "I am...not impaired in...any way, shape...or form. I-I was just asking how you'd finally-"

"I 'talked' to the manager..." he made air quotations around the word "talk".

Clary never really got why her fathers friends had done that, but his tone implied mock. "Are you hinting you did something other than talking with the manager?"

The creases in Jace's forehead were long gone now. "Wow, you really didn't get out much, did you?"

"I got out a lot," Clary spoke forcefully. "I just never really interacted with people too often."

"Yah, Baby Einstein, that's what I was implying." he joked. Joked. He joked when just mere minutes ago he was as serious as an owl. A face set in stone.

Maybe he's bipolar?

Maybe he's just weird.

Bipolar would be better than weird.

At least she knew how to act around bipolar. Weird is just a trick of the mind.

Weird was manipulative. She knew because she was strange herself.

The elevator dinged and before Clary could respond Jace pulled her into the hallway. He seemed to be in a rush, pulling her rapidly past walls of doors and scrambling around corners; taking the immaculate carpet with long strides Clary could barely catch up to. They came to a single pale wooden door and Jace quickly swiped his card through a slot before the door clicked and he pushed it open.

Clary had virtually no breath as he shoved her into the room and closed the door with a thud behind them.

She couldn't help her astounded gaze as Jace visibly relaxed into a standing position and chucked off his shoes, the leathery material landing near her splayed form on the ground.

"What, in bloody hell, was that about?!" she shrieked. She never really like raising her voice. But she disliked being pushed around even more.

"There are cops living just a few doors down," he replied smugly. "I didn't want them seeing you, it would look pretty bad if they saw me housing a fugitive."

"Oh," she replied mockingly, she couldn't help but push his buttons again. She didn't know why she liked it so much. "But letting the receptionist see me was a smart idea? And, don't you think it looks just a tad more suspicious when seen running through the halls with a fugitive. It most definitely implies you were trying to hide me, rather walking you could pull off as being innocent. When walking you could just say you had no idea who I was, thought I was a bum on the streets." she sneered. "And walking would have made the bruised, abused girl feel a lot less pained."

She stood up and swallowed her disgust at the comment. She despised acting as if she were wounded by being abused. Abuse was pain. And pain was a feeling merely temporary. In all honesty she did it to try and make him feel bad. She really disliked being man-handled.

He narrowed his eyes, obviously it didn't work. "Listen, I'm not going to pity you, Little Girl. I don't care if you were killed and then brought back to life by the monster that was your father, but I do not stand for those that strive for attention. And I know you don't either."

She scoffed even though it was true. "Oh, yah, and how do you know that?"

She really had to be more approachable if she were to win Jace over and make him trust her.

So the plan is final?

Clary didn't know when she decided to use Jace, but she had.

Good...a mental smirk accompanied the caress that was this thought.

"Because just earlier, when you weren't trying to manipulate my feelings,"he replied stepping closer. "You didn't care one stitch about what had happened to you, save the fact that it made you stronger."

Clary wanted to throw up. "Save me, now. Spare the bullshit okay, the cliche "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" line won't work on me. I'm not your average damsel in distress. I was abused, end of story. I am what I am, and I hate the fact that people always say being abused makes you stronger." she was raving now, the words pouring off her lips like the Niagara Falls. "Because it implies that those who were abused wouldn't be that strong had they had a normal life! I hate it that people say being beat day after day, suddenly turns you into Hercules!" she finished with a rushing exhale.

Where did that come from?

Jace just stood there with a smug smirk. "Got you." he said and started to retreat. He brushed past Clary and left her staring at the wall where he once stood, stunned.

What did he just say?

Got you?

What in the world does that mean?

Clary whirled around to confront him and froze.

Stretched across the hardwood floor was a large living room. It seemed to be almost indented as two stairs led down to the soft black carpet splayed there. Red couches lounged plush and primp, stylish curtains hung the length of the very grand back wall. To Clary's left was a staircase leading into a loft hovering above the kitchen, the only part in which Clary could see were the cabinets; an island was blocking her view. And on the far right wall was a single door, the rest of the drywall held beautiful tapestries. The living room itself was ten times the size of Clary's old house.

Clary was snapped out of her trance when Jace came back into sight, hopping over the kitchen's island with a can in hand. It triggered her brain to start functioning as she moved fast towards him. "What do you mean, got you?" she snapped.

His golden orbs shone like twin suns; bursting with amusement and something Clary felt shock her to her core, but couldn't quite identify. "I mean, I got you. Got you to leave that act behind. You really aren't that docile are you?" He cocked his head. "Would you like a tour of the house?"

He started to walk off again and Clary shook her head, even though he could barely see it. "No. No I-I don't want a tour. What do mean-" Clary grabbed his arm as he past her and instantly regretted it. He pushed her hard against the nearby wall, her back forced stiff and straight, her legs intertwined with his, Jace's arm at her throat.

"I really don't like being touched unexpectedly, Red" his whisper was gravelly and right in her ear, and the warmth of his body made something in her stomach jump and quiver. The dim lighting in his apartment didn't help either. It just made him feel closer, so much closer, than he actually was. She sucked in a breath and tried to push away the foreign feeling crawling through her throat, her legs, her chest.

"Well," she tried to feign bravado but her knees felt weak and her hands itched to run across his skin. What? They want to what? "I quite like being touched, especially unexpectedly."

He pressed himself closer to her body and Clary could feel his free hand snake down to her waist, making heat flare across her abdomen. He chuckled, his voice raspy with...something. It was almost the same way her fathers friends would talk to her mother.

There was something about them she needed to remember, but for once her mind was quiet.

Oh god, screw it. Forget them for right now and screw him.

Not quiet then. But a muted turmoil.

"Was that an innuendo?" He asked and Clary didn't exactly know what an innuendo was but she knew it had to be something sexual so all she did was imitate the alluring tones of her mother and whisper, "Do you want it to be?"

Her lips were by his ear as well, and the feeling of his earlobe brushing against them made her bite down on her tongue.

You should be biting down on his earlobe...

Attraction could help gain trust.

Attraction could help gain a lot of things. Experience, relaxation, a...

She wanted her mind to shut down. Her body knew how to react without her even thinking about it. And when she did bite down on his soft flesh she thanked her body for all it had done. His shudder brought him even closer to her and Clary couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was crawling throughout her body at this moment. It wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced before. She couldn't help but ponder what he'd done to her.

"Maybe," he replied. She didn't even know what she'd asked him, so she asked him something else, not wanting him to move away.

"Why don't you like being touched?" Her voice was as breathy as his was on her neck. The skin there seemed overheated and when his soft lips brushed just so ever lightly across it, she felt it tingle.

"Why do you like being touched?" She felt the words more than she heard them. All she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears.

"Maybe because it's interaction. I've never really been close to anyone before." She was surprised at how truthful the answer was.

"I think that's the reason why I hate it."

"Mmmmhmmm" she murmured and licked her lips, closing her eyes. "Are you going to kiss me?"

Suddenly the warmth left her and she was ice cold. It was the wrong thing to say.

She was so stupid.

Smart. You are smart.

Her eyes peeled open and Jace looked at her expecting...something.

He wants you to be hurt.

Because he pulled away.

But it didn't hurt, because Clary knew he didn't pull away due to lack of attraction. Clary knew he was attracted her, knew he wanted to kiss her. The flush on his cheekbones told her as much. He had problems too. And Clary knew how people could act when dealing with problems.

So all she did was smirk, conceited. And all she said was "How about that tour?"

And all he did was nod.

Please review, pretty please. Can I get to 21?

Anyways sorry if this chapter was a little jumpy but my thoughts were kind of everywhere as I was writing this. Major point of this chapter, Clary's plan is finalized.

Question: What do you think of Clary tricking Jace into trusting her? Is it going to backfire, is it going to work?

ALSO, I haven't ever written a lemon before but i was thinking of some pretty intense Clace scenes, which I am pumped to write, what would interest you guys?

Lovestory112, please keep reading (: