Love To
Chapter 27:
I carried a huge box up the steps of the Institute. Isabelle was hot on my heels, in a tall pair of heels.
"Remind me again what we are doing?" Isabelle puffed.
"Jace doubts my amazing judge of situations, so I'm issuing some payback." I dropped the box so I could open the door. "And this was the only day Alec was free. He had so willingly offered to take him off my hands." I smiled, the door swung open.
"But what are in the boxes?" She set the box on the elevator floor as we climbed in. I flipped the tab open and gazed down at the contents with her. Several stuffed ducks plunged forward but remained in the boxes. Isabelle burst into a fit of giggles.
"He's going to die and then kill you." She breathed out between little spasms of laughter.
"I know, but I thought of this and it was too good to resist." I chuckled. The elevator binged and we drug the contents down the hallway to Jace's room. We piled a few under the sheets, under the pillows, in the drawers of his dresser and bed side table, behind a stack of books, under the bed, and behind the curtains. We moved to his connecting bathroom and dropped a few in the bathtub. We sat back and admired our work.
"Is this how it is to be normal?" Isabelle gave a sad smile. I felt bad for her. I pitied myself all the time. I mean growing up as a mundie is one thing and having the balloon of obliviousness popped over your head after a few years, but then there was being raised up as a Shadowhunter with knives and seraph blades and backflips, never knowing the real experience of a mundane world. I did the unthinkable and hugged Isabelle Lightwood. She went stiff but melted slowly into the hug. After a minute or two she patted my back lightly.
"You want to go get something to eat?" Her voice was hoarse.
"Pizza?"
"I guess we could order some." I heard her smile and caught the last glimpses of it as I faced her.
Jace and Alec came up with the pizza about twenty minutes later.
"How was training?" I grabbed the pizza and took a piece, devouring every part of it.
"Good, I'm all sweaty though, and even though I know you'd enjoy basking in my masculine scent, but I don't, so I am going to take a shower." He smiled, grabbed a piece and turned out of the kitchen. After I heard him go up the stairs, Isabelle and I burst out laughing. She silenced me quickly and took me upstairs. She ducked into the room next to Jace's and drew a rune on the wall so we could watch Jace. He went into the bathroom and I heard the shower door open and then he screamed. Jace Herondale screamed. He ran out of the bathroom in a towel. He looked shell-shocked. I stifled my giggles as did Isabelle. He took a few deep breaths to recompose himself and headed to the door. Isabelle and I jumped up and all but ran to the hallway. He opened the door and stepped out, still in the towel. I couldn't help stare at his washboard abs and very defined "v".
"Jace are you okay? We heard a scream." Isabelle mocked concern.
"Who the hell put ducks in my bathtub?!" He yelled, glaring at us.
"What do you mean dear?" I gave him an innocent smile. He huffed and went back in to his room, slamming the door.
Jace had freaked out even more after he found the dresser ducks. We still refused to tell him and he had locked himself in his room, yelling every time he found the other ducks. I stood outside the door and knocked.
"WHAT?!" He swung the door open, saw me, and softened the glare, but hardly. He stood shirtless in front of me.
"Hi," I smiled at him. The glare cracked more. I stared at him with innocent, sweet eyes. He collapsed and grabbed me, yanking me to the bed where we fell. His lips trailed down my neck and I smoothed my hands over his back muscles, feeling them grind against the skin. I bit his lip softly and he let out a moan. I rolled on top of him, feeling his stomach and chest. His fingers gripped my shirt and I lifted it slowly over my head. He slid his fingertips up my sides to my face and pulled me down. Once my lips were glued to his, his fingers slid back down to the clasp of my bra. He hesitated on my lips, as if asking permission and I smiled. He unsnapped the bra and it slid down my arms. He stared at my exposed chest and I blushed at his reaction. Did he regret that? Do my boobs look weird? All these things ran quickly through my head and I reached for the bra. His hands clasped my wrists and I looked down at him in shock.
"Don't. You're beautiful." His eyes were dark, almost black. I slid back down to his lips and my fingers found their way to the button of his jeans.
"Are you sure?" He muttered in my ear and I nodded into his neck.
The light danced through the windows of the limo as we drive around Brooklyn. I bit back tears of fear and worry as I wondered if this Valentine would ever take me home. A little boy, the carbon copy of the man, sat staring and smiling. Not a sweet smile but evil and demented.
"What do you want?" I tried to look into the black eyes.
"You, my dear, little Clarissa." Valentine smiled.
"Why?" I gulped.
"You have very special powers Clarissa, abilities no Shadowhunter possesses. You do know what a Shadowhunter is, don't you?"
"Yes." I croaked. "Wh…what kind of power?"
"You draw like Joc-like your mother." It sounded as trying to say Mommy's name burnt his tongue like hot chocolate.
"I'm not very good. But yeah." What does drawing have to do with this.
"That's all dear." The limo pulled over, the door opened, the boy's evil grin widened and I was ushered out of the car.
I awoke in Jace's arms. A tear slipped down my cheek. He knew. He had known then that I drew runes and not ones that were in the Grey Book. He knew that and so did Jonathan. The Jonathan who sat in Magnus's living room, waiting for me.
Intense scene? And one of my reviewers had doubted my depth ability:( I'm just teasing:) but now we know what they want her for and the background story. What did you think of that steamy Clace part, and no I don't mean the discovery of the ducks, though ducks are very sexy… Like it? Hate it? Just leave me a review and I'll see what I can do:)! And I must tell you, my cellphone was indeed, incinerated. Buried like a Shadowhunter…the ashes used to make the City of Bones for cellphones, aka Google.
Enjoy!- Emma