She didn't go straight home to the Institute. In fact, hearing her parents punish her brother wasn't as appealing as it sounded, even if it was funny at times. After a while, even that had gotten old and annoying. When she was little, she found it amusing when Michael was an idiot but by now, it just got annoying how stupid he was.

So instead, she drove around Manhattan, Brooklyn, anywhere her heart desired. Buildings passed in a blur, the glamour making her invisible to mundanes. She thought that the speed, the thrill, the danger would make her feel better, make Conan's face disappear from her mind, but it didn't work. He was still there. She might as well have had a picture of him in the middle of her goggles.

Eventually, she was just fed up with it and went to the only place that she knew of that would help her.

Magnus's apartment.

He was a strange guy, but Magnus was always helpful when it came to relationships. He had plenty of experience, which is definitely experience that Alec didn't care to discuss. She never understood that, but didn't ask questions. The only person from Magnus's past that Alec was comfortable around was Tessa. She and Magnus weren't romantic at all, much to Alec's happiness. Everyone loved her. Even her dad was nice to her, but apparently that's because she had dated his great-great-great grandfather or something. It was a confusing story that she didn't bother with.

Emily was on her way, no more than five minutes from the apartment, when her phone rang in her pocket. She hit the button on her helmet that allowed her to talk with out the phone to her ear, the speakers installed inside. Mundanes really were smart when it came to technology.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" Clary's voice rang with worry, and something else. Emily recognized it immediately.

Anger.

Oh, by the Angel, I'm dead, Emily thought. She took a deep breath and jerked the bike to the road on her right. "Hey Mom. I'm on the way home right now."

"Where the Angel have you been? You've been gone for hours!"

Emily glanced up and sure enough, the sun was actually starting to set. She cursed herself for being so oblivious, but just sighed and mentally slapped herself.

"Sorry, I was handling some business and lost track of time."

"Just get back to the house now. Jace wants to talk to you and your brother, immediately. He found something that needs to be discussed."

Emily's heart sunk. When Jace wants to talk, it's never a good thing. All he ever wants to do is kill things, mess with Clary, and piss of his kids. When he's serious, Emily normally gets the raw end of the stick, like dealing with Michael's training, or helping around the Institute. Just the thought of cleaning counters and mopping made her want to hit the bus coming at her head on and end it all there.

Sadly, she decided to dodge the bus and head home. It was like walking to the plank in a pirate's movie. She knew the agony she was about to face, but she was still going there willingly. How messed up is this situation?

She finally pulled up to the Institute, the gates open and welcoming, which her father wouldn't be. She parked her bike in the front, under the huge oak tree to the right and headed up the steps. The elevator was a normal ride, but her heart started pounding with each click as the elevator rose. There were a number of things that Jace could be upset about, and an even bigger number of things that would make Clary angry. Living with her parents wasn't easy, and in moments like this is was practically unbearable.

As soon as the elevator opened, she wished it would just close back. She stepped out, right into an interrogation. Jace was standing by the fire, his arm against the mantle as he looked at her. Clary was next to him, following his gaze. Both were dressed in gear, like they were ready for battle. It was probably an intimidating act, but she wouldn't fall for it. Michael on the other hand was on the couch, head down and covering his head with his hands as he waited for his fate.

"Sit by your brother," Jace demanded and Emily did what her father asked without question. Michael's head rose when she sat, his eyes meeting hers with worry, but she shook her head to keep him quiet, and his head fell again. For a fifteen year old boy, he really wasn't the strong willed type. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jace and Clary walked up to them with their arms behind their backs. Jace glanced between the two of them. "Is there something to two of you want to tell me?"

The two siblings exchanged looks, and both shook their head, although plenty of things flashed through her mind. Her meeting with Luke, for one. The number of secrets that she kept from her parents was endless, and even if she wanted to tell them, there weren't enough hours in the day.

Clary sighed and sat on the coffee table, eye level with her children. Emily was avoiding her gaze at all cost. "Emily, Michael, start talking. It'll be easier for all of us."

"I don't know what you're expecting me to say," Emily said as Jace took his spot next to Clary. Her parents were terrifying when they were both on the same side. The two strongest Shadowhunters in the world against you isn't the easiest situation to deal with. "You might as well just tell us what we did so we can all stop wasting our time."

"Don't give us the attitude," Jace said. "Now isn't the time for you to take after me. So just spit it out."

"What do you want me to say?" Emily yelled without meaning to. She instantly regretted it. Jace's face turned from angry, to royally pissed off. If Clary's hand wasn't on her husband's knee, Emily was pretty sure she would've been slapped in the face.

Clary, much to Emily's gratefulness, took control and she slowly pulled something out of her pocket. "Who's is this? Your father found it in the bathroom down the hall and I can assure you, it isn't ours."

Emily looked in her mother's hand, and her heart stopped. She was so dead. Sweat started to seep into her hands, and she knew that there was no way talking out of this. Her father looked like he knew who it belonged to as his golden gaze bore into hers with an intensity that made her want to melt. Michael might have not even been there, with her parent's eyes on her. Clary's gaze was slightly softer, but she still looked like she would kill the next thing that walked through that elevator, whether it was a demon or Simon.

Because in her hand was a golden, square package that pretty much was a death sentence.

"Is it yours?" Clary asked, calm as a frozen lake, as her green eyes looked at Emily, waiting for an answer.

Emily tried to think of a way out of it, but after a few seconds of thinking, there wasn't one. She was seventeen, which was probably around the age that her mother gave herself to her father, so they couldn't really say anything. And as for Dad, well, everyone knew his romantic stories.

"Yes," Emily eventually answered. She was vaguely away of Michael letting out a relieved breath, since for once, he wasn't the one in trouble. "It's mine."

She could practically see the steam coming off of Jace's blonde head. "Who's the jackass that I'm about to throw a seraph blade through?"

"Why does it matter? It's not like it's used. It's still in the package."

"Michael," Clary addressed him and pointed to the hallway. "Go to your room. This matter doesn't concern you anymore."

He didn't need to hear anything else, cause he was gone like the Flash, which Emily actually knew about thanks to Uncle Simon's nerdy side.

"Emily, it's the fact that you had it," Clary stated when Michael was out of earshot. "That concerns us. You're too young to be–"

"Don't even get me started with being too young. You were probably sixteen when you lost it to Dad. I'm almost eighteen!"

The shock on Clary's face was priceless, while it seemed to just fuel Jace's fire. His eyes went from golden lava to flames in the matter of seconds.

"Emily," Jace said with as much malice as he could. "Who the hell told you that?"

"Who do you think? Magnus."

Clary's jaw clenched, her hand squeezing the package to the point it might have broken. "I'm going to kill him."

"Here's what I'm going to do," Jace said. "First of all, Emily, you're going to tell me who thought it was okay to have sex with my daughter, and I'm going to kill him first. Then, Magnus is about to see what it's like to piss off son of Stephen Herondale, and then Alec is going to get ass kicked for telling Magnus in the first place."

"Dad, calm down. You're throwing this way out of proportion."

Jace snatched the condom from Clary's hand and held it up. "Did Magnus give it to you? Was it recent?"

"Recent enough, and what does it matter who I got it from?"

"Magnus gave it to you," Jace said, as if he figured out the answer to his own question. "He is dead to me."

"Jace," Clary said in a calm voice. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she looked up at him. "Honey, you can't just go after Magnus."

"Do you even realize what this means? Magnus is trying to get our daughter to start sleeping around and–"

Even though Emily was right there, Clary reached as high as she could and pressed her mouth to Jace's. He reacted immediately, closing his eyes and gripping his wife's hair with his free hand, wrapping it around her neck and pulling her closer. His anger seemed to dissipate as soon as the contact occurred. Emily watched, in complete and utter horror, mouth open and unable to look away, as her parents made out in front of her. She thought that seeing a demon eat a human was bad, but she was wrong. When she saw her father's tongue dart out, she felt sick.

This was worse.

Jace cleared his throat, but didn't pull away precisely. He was still holding onto Clary, looking into her eyes with love and care. He raised his right hand, and smiled at her. "Want to put this thing to good use?"

"BY THE ANGEL!" Emily practically screamed as Clary laughed. "You two are unbelievable. I don't want to know you guys are having sex!"

Jace seemed to have lost all his anger when Clary kissed him, because he looked up at Emily, who had jumped to her feet, with a smirk on his face. "Emily, dear, then you might want to put your headphones in, because it's going to get loud in our bedroom."

"Jace," Clary hissed but couldn't hide the smile from her face.

Emily was beat red as she stormed out of the living room. "Unbelievable."

The corridors of the Institute were quiet, except for her mother's excessive giggling from the living room. Emily shivered in horror as she flew up the steps and into her room. The last thing she wanted was to hear her parents getting busy, so she slammed her door, went straight to her desk, and started blaring the first song that came out of her speakers. Luckily, it was Simon's old band, whose name changed so much that Emily didn't bother to keep up, and Emily happily listened to it as she changed.

She propped herself against the old, wooden desk and she stared at her room. The walls were a tinted purple, light, like lavender, that matched her bedspread. Her carpet was white and clean, just like the rest of the room. The touch screen computer behind her was dusted, and her mother's paintings covered her walls. She had painted everything from mountains, to the city of Alicante, to the Wayland Manor in Idris. Emily had spent hours watching her mother work when she was little, including Grandma Jocelyn when she would visit them, but she didn't have the creative touch. Michael was amazing with drawings, but her creativity was more of thinking of different ways to kill a three headed demon, which Jace was immensely proud of apparently.

Emily reached for her phone, pulling it out of her pocket, and scrolled through the numbers. She didn't want to be here, which she suddenly realized. The last place she wanted to be was where her parents were… doing what they do. It was revolting. And besides, she hadn't killed anything today.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Alec?" Emily frowned, confused. "Why do you have Magnus's phone?"

"You're on speaker, doll," Magnus said, answering her question.

Emily nodded, her mouth open in a realizing 'O'. "Gotcha. Now I understand."

"Why do you have music playing so loud?" Alec asked.

Emily looked towards the door and shuttered at the thought again. "I got in trouble and somehow it lead to my parents have sex with the exact condom Magnus gave me two weeks ago, which is ironically why I got in trouble in the first place."

It was quiet for a moment, before there was a sudden slapping sound and Magnus yelling. "Alec! What was that for?"

"You gave Emily a condom? Are you asking for a death wish? Jace is going to kill you, Mags!"

She heard Magnus scoff and could picture his face perfectly. He was more than likely looking at Alec like he was crazy, his cat eyes slit and shaking his head slowly. "Jace is too busy using it to his advantage. Were you not listening, sweetheart? Emily just said that–"

"Can we not talk about that?" The whole point of calling Magnus was to get away from it, and they weren't helping.

"Why did you call?" Alec asked. "Is everything okay?"

"I was wondering if Karrie and I could go demon hunting tonight. It's been way too long and I need to let off some steam before I kill my brother on principle."

Magnus laughed, though nothing was funny about the situation. "She's on her way right now."

"Thanks Mags."

Emily went to hang up, but it took just long enough to hear Magnus scream, "Wear the black lace dress!" before her phone shut them out. Emily just shook her head, before hopping in the shower.

"Tell me again, what is the point of this?"

Emily looked up from her chair, into the mirror to answer Karrie. She stood behind Emily, fixing her hair for her since she was already complete for the night out. Like Magnus, Karrie had an Asian way about her. Her black hair was long and straight, her bangs sweeping to her right side and almost covering her eyes. Her make up made her blue eyes pop, reminding her of Alec. Although Alec and Magnus weren't their biological parents, Karrie and Kadan resembled them pretty well. The twins had Alec's eyes and hair color, with Magnus's heritage and fashion sense.

"Let off some steam, and to keep you on your toes." Although it was mainly the first reason, Karrie still did need some more work. She was a mundane, along with her brother, but they had the sight and were able to fight and train with the Shadowhunters. Jace had told Emily all kinds of stories from the past, how mundanes were worthless, and she thinks he still secretly thinks that, but he wouldn't say it allowed. With the new accords in place, mundanes are allowed to train, and downworlders and Shadowhunters mind their own business.

"All done," Karrie said proudly as she stepped back.

Emily glanced at herself in the mirror, and smiled. Her mixed curls were perfect, swaying down her face and shoulder, covering where the strapless dress didn't. The dress was short, coming up to her mid-thigh, and her father would have a heart attack if he saw her in it, along with the six in heeled boots that Isabelle bought her for her birthday last year. The darkness of the dress made her seem paler, but she didn't mind it. For once, she thought that she looked rather beautiful, until she looked at Karrie.

"You ready to go?" Karrie asked as she strapped a blade under her dress that was long enough to hide it. Her navy dress was riding up slightly, showing her legs that were toned thanks to the training. Emily envied her good looks, although she was the daughter of the infamous Jace Herondale. The only difference was a confidence level.

Emily grabbed her stele, and started etching runes. "Give me a minute."

"Does that hurt?" Karrie asked as she hovered over her suddenly. Emily was working on her strength rune, and she shrugged slightly. "It looks like it would be painful."

"It's not painful, but it isn't exactly comfortable." Karrie was silent, watching her work as the other runes showed and took effect. The dark patterns were revealed, going from white to black, as the stele traced over them. Emily could do this with her eyes closed by now, her abilities spot on. Her vision became brighter, her senses more acute, and she felt stronger by the time she was done. With the blade in her right boot and the stele in her left, she straightened and winked at Karrie. "Let's go."

"Go where, exactly?"

Both girls swiveled, finding Jace standing in the doorway. His hair was wet, like he had just showered, and he was showing off his chest to the world. Even now, he had the abs that her mother fell in love with, the muscle that made him a ladies' man. Emily could see the drool forming on Karrie's chin and stepped in front of her friend, blocking her view.

"Out." Emily answered. Jace leaned to the left, catching a glimpse of Karrie and frowned. "What's the mundane doing here?"

She glared at her father when she felt Karrie stiffen. Her dad used every chance he could to get on people's nerves, but Karrie was fourteen and it was completely unnecessary. "Dad, she's coming with me. There's no need to get snappy."

"There's always a need to be snappy." He smiled when he said it and his smile faded when he seemed to then realize what Emily was wearing. His golden eyes looked her up and down, and he shook his head quickly. "You'll have to go through me if you're going out like that."

"Dad, in case you forgot, I can beat you in a fight so that threat is basically pointless." Emily grabbed Karrie's hand and started pulling her towards the door. Jace, begin the jerk he is, stuck his hand out and stopped her. She glared up at her father. His age had started to hit him, but you couldn't tell unless you really looked close. His eyes had very few wrinkles and his hair was blonde enough that the few grey strands could go unnoticed. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" he asked playfully, winking at Karrie. Even if he hated mundanes, he still got a joy out of making girls swoon. He was messed up in the head.

"You forget, with the mix of angel blood I got from mom and you, I can take you in a fight. Do we need a display of what happened in training this morning?"

Jace glared at her but didn't say anything as he dropped his hand away. "Don't kill all of them! I don't want you taking all of them before I get the chance to!"

She raised her hand and gave him a thumbs-up. "Sounds like a plan!"