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Clary landed with a thud on the floor. She heard Jonathan laugh behind her.
"Well it doesn't seem parenthood has changed your balance." Said Jonathan surprising Clary when he helped her up.
"Not like you dragged me here." She snapped.
"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine." He snickered.
"You took me away from my family!" she said exasperated. She felt some satisfaction at his hurt expression.
"Well like it or not, we are family. We have the same blood running through our veins. We came from the same father and mother. As much as you want to deny it, we are family." He said walking through a doorway, leaving Clary by herself.
She took the chance to look at her surroundings. She was in a hall. She looked back at a wall where she and Jonathan must have come through. She searched her pockets for her stele, only to find it missing. She searched her pockets and found nothing but a few hair ties and her witchlight.
'Crap'
She stepped forward sneaking a glance into the room Jonathan walked into. It was a kitchen.
This apartment seemed the same as the last one that she destroyed but seemed different at the same time.
She entered the kitchen wary of any surprises. Jonathan had his back to her, his attention on and a frying pan and saucepan.
"You can cook?" she asked shocked.
"Of course. Staying around mundane's ruins my appetite." He said smirking at her.
"Aren't you worried about the clave finding you?"
"Concerned for your brother?" he asked still smirking, but Clary could seem a gleam of hope in his eyes.
"More like curious as to how you weren't caught for six years." She said watching his eyes harden before turning back to the stove.
Clary sat down at the table, thinking of what to say next.
"Dinner is ready. Hope you like spaghetti bolognese." He said straining the spaghetti then placing it on a plate and placing the bolognaise on top. It looked delicious.
He placed two glasses and a bottle of white wine on the table.
Jonathan placed a plate in front of her then sat down across from her and tucking in. Clary looked at her food, trying to determine if it was safe or not. Jonathan noticed.
"Something wrong? I could make you something else if you want?"
"How can I trust that you didn't slip something into my food? That's how Valentine got our mother to consume demon blood for you."
"You saw me dish up the food. I wouldn't be able to have more demon blood without it hurting me and I would have had to blend it into your food someway. So you can eat and trust me that there is nothing wrong with your food, or starve. Your choice." He said tucking back into his dinner.
Clary thought about what he said. She didn't see him add anything to her plate but was he telling the truth that he couldn't consume more demon blood? There was one way to find out if the food was safe or not.
She took a fork and swirled a small bit of spaghetti and bolognese, took a deep breath and placed it in her mouth. It tasted better than it looked. She glanced at Jonathan who was staring at her shocked and…happy?
"See? Nothing bad happened." He said shaking his dad and continuing to eat.
Clary ate bit by bit, still unsure if it was safe or not. Jonathan cleared his throat.
"So what is my niece and nephew like?" he asked her.
"What do you want to know?" she said narrowing her eyes.
"Well let's start with their names."
"Alexis and Max." she said, hoping he would look guilty when she said Max. He seemed passive.
"Do they have middle names?" he asked conversationally.
Clary hesitated. He noticed.
"Something wrong? Can't remember?" he asked joking.
"I don't want to tell you." He raised an eyebrow but didn't persist.
"How old are they?"
"Four."
"I'm guessing there Jace's spawn?" she glared at him.
"Of course they are! And there my children not spawn! Why all the questions?"
"Just wondering what my family is like." He said casually. Swirling his wine around in his glass.
"Do you drink anything else but wine?" she said narrowing at his glass.
"Yes, I enjoy other drinks. You seem worried about my lifestyle Clarissa."
"The only thing I worry about for you is the fact you kill people for no reason and want to start a war."
"At least I know what I'm good at. Can you say the same?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying, you were trust into the shadow world what is it, seven years? Eight? Before that you grew up as a mundane. You train all you want, but you're too mundane for a shadowhunter. You're a strong fighter, but you think like a mundane. You're a mix. You're also a mother now, meaning training must have cut down drastically. Can't be easy juggling two children, training and fighting. That is why I brought you here." He said casually.
"I don't understand."
"You can't train if you're minding children. I have been watching Clarissa. You stay at home and mind the kids while Jace runs off hunting. I saw how miserable you were. I bet if you could go back in time, you would not have children." He said standing and walking towards her.
She slapped him with all her strength behind it.
"Alexis Jocelyn and Max Jonathan Lightwood. I wanted to name him after a brother I always wanted but now I know that was a mistake" she said walking out of the kitchen.
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Jonathan stared at his sister shocked.
He placed his hand on his cheek where she slapped him. Normally he would hit back but her words froze him.
"Alexis Jocelyn and Max Jonathan Lightwood. I wanted to name him after a brother I always wanted but now I know that was a mistake" and she walked out.
Jonathan cursed. His demon side made him like this. he wanted Clarissa to trust him and want him to be part of her life, instead he made her angry and most likely hated him more, if that was possible.
He walked out into the hall and found Clary in the middle having nowhere else to go.
"Clary, I'm sorry. I didnt mean to say any of that." he said hoping she believed him.
she turned around shocked.
"Did you just do what i think you did?"
"What?"
"You apologised!" she said completly shocked. I rolled my eyes.
"It's a miracle, you made me apologise." I replied sarcastically.
"So you are capable of changing." she said smirking at his glare.
"Can we please move ast this?" I said seriously. I couldnt tell if i was forgiven or not.
"I'll think about it." I groaned. "Can you show me where I'm sleeping? I'm tired." she said, and if to prove it, she yawned.
"Sure." I said frowning. I hated not knowing if she forgave me or not.
I led her up a staircase (Metal now, instead of glass) and walked to a door at the bottom of the hallway. I opened the door and was pleased when she gasped.
I had decorated it myself for her.
It had four big white walls with a polished wooden floor. the bed was a double and it had purple sheets and blue duvet on it. there was a vanity on one wall and a easel and desk full of paint in a corner. there was two doors, one leading to a private bathroom and the other into a walk in closet.
"I hope you like it. I left the walls bare, so you can decorate them if you want. I'll let you settle in. If you need anything, my room is across the hall." i said turning around to leave when she caught his wrist.
"Thank you, Jonathan."
Please review and let me know what you think! I was trying to make Sebastian nicer, but i felt i was ruining his charactor so i added parts of him being a jerk! hope you all liked this chapter!
till next time ~maraudergurl68448