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Jace POV
I frowned in confusion. "So there's no females of that age that weren't accounted for between the time the distress call came and the time the girl escaped?"
"No. I've checked thoroughly."
"Maybe she's older. Or younger?" Jon asked.
"She can't be younger. The way she moved was too disciplined for her to be younger than fourteen." Alec said
"But her fighting style was different. She was obviously trained differently." Dad cut in.
"Have you thought of tracking her?" Luke asked.
"We need something of hers to do that." Jon said.
I huffed, annoyed. I kept thinking of how her eyes had glared into mine in the second before she flipped me. They were unusual in that they seemed to glow.
"We can ask around. See if anyone has noticed a green eyed female wearing all black around." Izzy said.
I snorted "Yeah Izzy coz that's so normal." I adopted a low gravelly voice: 'hey did you happen to see a green eyed girl dressed in black around here?'." My voice changed to a high girly tone: "'What do you mean?' back to the low tone 'Just we're trying to catch her in hopes of finding out who the hell she is. And where she came from. She killed someone the other day.'" Izzy glared at me "Yeah, that's only going to cause panic."
"Shut up Jace." She scowled.
"She has a point." Robert said, giving me a reprimanding look.
"What?" I said disbelievingly.
"We can ask around. I'll go call some other institutes" Luke said. Jocelyn and Jon left with him. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm gonna go train." I muttered.
Clary POV
I faced off against the five training dummies that I had animated with a rune. They all held weapons whilst I was empty handed. We'd been fighting for five hours and I was nearly shaking with exhaustion. Not that I was letting it show. I ducked as one dummy swung his sword and grabbed its arm as I jumped up, delivering a swift blow to the elbow that would have broken any live persons arm. It staggered back and I was now holding its sword. The heavy doors to the training room opened and I turned around, distracted but keeping a half eye on the dummies behind me. Blackwell was standing there. My lip curled and I grabbed the dummy closest to me and shut it down with another rune. The rest of them fell to the floor around me.
"Can I help you?" I asked in my bitchiest voice. I'd never liked him.
"No. Just wanted to see the how the Ice Princess is coping after her failure." He smirked, mocking concern. "I bet Daddy wasn't pleased."
"Not that it's any of your business but he was fine with it." I lied. "Now get out. I'm busy." I said sweetly. His eyes glistened with hate. He'd hated me since I was seven and had beaten him in training, humiliating him in front of my father.
He opened his mouth to say more but was interrupted by my dagger embedding itself in the wall beside his head. He exhaled in a rush and gave the dagger a wide eyed glance before staring at me.
"Next time I wont miss." I said, glaring.
He returned the glare and left. I snorted. Coward. He would never have said any of those things to me if my father had been here. I sighed and began to tidy up the mess I'd made in the training room. Running a hand through my hair I left the training room, almost aching with the need to lie down.
I walked through the halls of the manor, daydreaming about my bed when I crashed into my father.
"Clarissa, look where you're going." Oh shit. He was still annoyed.
"Yes, father." My standard response when he asked something of me.
"I have a job for you." He said. My eyes lit up until he continued. 'Tonight." Damn, I'd been hoping for some rest and my sketchpad. In secret of course. He hated the fact that I liked art.
"Tonight? But I already went out today." I said, confused, hoping to erase his plan.
"Not traitor hunting, my darling. Demons." He soothed " In New York."
My eyes widened. He was up to something
"No. I cant do that. Father you know what I said. The shadowhunters there are suspicious. What if they see me? They'd recognize me."
"No they wouldn't. I believe they did not see your face. I find it to be unlikely that you will run into them. However the fact remains that these demons know something about me. I want you to catch one and find out what." He glared down at me, daring me to disagree. I swallowed. This was crazy. "You'll leave in half an hour. Go and get ready."
"Yes Father." I muttered, walking past him.
"Good girl." I head him call after me.
Rolling my eyes I pushed open my bedroom door and went to shower.
….
Jace POV
I punched the punch bag ferociously, sweat pouring down my face. The door opened behind me.
"Jace, darling." My mother, Celine, called. "You've been at it for hours."
I turned.
"Hey mum." I said. She walked forward and hugged me. I returned the hug.
"Alec wants to know if you want to go hunting with him, Jonathan and Isabelle, tonight."
"Definitely." I grinned. I saw brief worry flash in my mothers eyes before she smiled at me.
"Be careful."
"I'm always careful." I boasted.
…
The club, Pandemonium, was illuminated by the various special effect lighting used. The effect was that the dancers looked almost surreal. Izzy was separated from the rest of us. Jon, Alec and me leant against the bar, keeping and eye on her whilst pretending to talk. She was trying to catch the eye of the demon. My mind drifted, bored with the wait. Alec nudged me a few minutes later.
"We're moving."
I saw Isabelle had successfully lured the demon and was making her way to a storage room. We followed.
…
Clary POV
I shoved through packed bodies, disgusted with the humans stink around me. I really did not want to be here right now, surrounded by oblivious mundanes and pounding music. I had sought out a demon, followed it to this stinking club and was now trying to catch his eye. I hadnt covered my marks which was risky but would prove irresistible to a demon. A lone shadowhunter girl. He had been chatting up a Mundie girl but something caught his eye. I followed his gaze to see a gorgeous girl with long black hair tilt her head in a sexy "follow me" way that boys seemed unable to resist. The demon, of course, followed her. I grinned, maybe I'd be able to save a life tonight instead of just killing, as well as getting the information for my father. It would make a change.
The demon followed the girl into a storage closet and I used a rune to slip in without them noticing. Backing into the shadows to wait for my opportunity, I felt a bit pervy as he brushed her hair aside. She lifted her arm to stroke his face and I froze as I saw it. A rune on her wrist. Crap. A shadowhunter.
Jace POV
Alec and Jon grabbed the demons arms as he pushed Izzy away from him after discovering her marks. I pulled out my sword, feeling the familiar rush of excitement. Turning to the demon, I readied my sword.
"Wait!" the demon gasped, "Don't kill me!"
I stared down at him, sword ready.
"I have information."
Izzy scoffed "We don't need your information."
I prepared to strike when-
"Valentines alive!"
We all froze. Jon's face drained of all blood and he tightened his grip on the demons arm.
"Valentines in hell where he belongs. You can join him." He spat.
The demons eyes shifted to behind me. He smiled, a slow cold smile.
"You say that but proof of my statement is right behind you. Valentine's daughter."
I turned around in time to see a flash of familiar green eyes in the shadows before she spun around, drawing a rune on the wall. By the Angel, the girl from earlier, Valentines daughter. Dad was gonna flip.
"Shit. Get her!" I heard Alec yell distantly. I barely spared him a glance as I ran towards the girl. I reached her just as she jumped into the portal, then we were falling together.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffie. Seemed a good place to end the chapter. Reviews get fast updates. xx