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Clary POV

We all looked towards the door as it crashed against the wall. A boy stood there, breathing hard, as though he had been running. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was his blond hair. So familiar in it's almost luminous paleness that I felt a flash of longing for my father. The reason I knew who he was was the look in his green eyes. So like Jocelyn Fairchild's that I almost laughed.

"Clarissa." He breathed

"Hello brother." I smirked.

That was all I got out before Stephen stood and blocked my view of him

"Jon, now's not a good time. You can come back later."

"Yeah, Jon" I mocked " Do what he says. You really don't want to piss him off. He's in a very violent mood."

Robert walked over to me, as though the act of him standing there was enough to shut me up.

"Or" I continued. "Does he just hit the people who he doesn't know?"

I heard him gasp and saw Stephen stiffen.

"You hit her?" his voice was so quiet I almost didn't catch the words. By the Angel he actually sounded upset.

"She has information Jon. Her father-"

"Is not her. She might not even be loyal to him."

I laughed at that. I couldn't help myself.

"Oh brother dear, you are sadly deluded. I am loyal to my father. Always have been, always will be. I don't know what you think my presence here means but I assure you, I'll be gone by tomorrow."

I could just imagine the crushed expression on his face as I listened to his retreating footsteps, the sound of the door closing seemed to break everyone out of their shock at my words.

"I have to go. Places to go, people to see." Magnus was the first to speak, rising from his chair. "Unless you need help with-" he flicked his eyes to me. I glared.

"No, we can handle her. You're sure the spell will work?" Uh oh. That sounded bad.

"Of course it will. I'll come back in a week or so."

"Thank you Magnus." Maryse said. "I'll walk you out."

They both left, not looking at me once. The two men in the room turned on me but before they got a word out, I said

"Spell? What spell?" Stephen actually looked pleased.

"The one that means you cant set foot outside the Institute, if you do you will collapse in agony and eventual unconsciousness." Im pretty sure my jaw hit the sheets.

"That's inhumane."

"So is killing a man in cold blood." Stephen said walking away.

"Information is not the only reason I killed him" I snapped, getting angry.

He turned

"Oh?"

I refused to say more and he waited but when I didn't respond, he turned around.

"Robert you might as well release her hands. She's not going anywhere. There's a guard outside the door anyway."

I had a feeling he was saying that for my benefit more than Roberts. As much as I didn't like his words, I couldn't deny the relief I felt when Robert released me, but shit I was gonna get bad pins and needles.

…

Jace POV

I sat in the kitchen with Izzy, Alec and Jon.

"She's not what I expected." Jon said.

"Well, she was raised by Valentine. That can't have been easy on her." Izzy said. "I'm sure you would be just as hostile if some people you didn't know had you locked up in a room and were interrogating you.."

"She killed a fellow shadowhunter, we have good reason to bring her to the institute." I said.

"Yeah, it's protecting our people." Alec backed me up.

Jon looked doubtful.

"They were hurting her" he said.

"They needed answers. She broke laws, she has to deal with the consequences."

I said firmly, though I was secretly doubting my own words. I kept flashing back to how fragile she looked passed out in my arms. The thought of anyone hurting here made me sick. She tried to kill you. I reminded myself harshly.

"Im going to see mum." Jon muttered.

Jocelyn had come into the kitchen with mum looking shell shocked and pale. Mum had sat her down at the table

"My daughter." She whispered.

That was all Jonathan needed to hear before was off and running.

Jocelyn didn't even react.

"She hates me, Celine." Tears were falling down her face.

"She doesn't know you." My mother said gently.

"Why would she hate me? I'm her mother." Jocelyn continued as though mum hadn't spoken.

"Valentine raised her. He's poisoned her mind against you." Mum soothed.

"Why?" It was Izzy asking this question.

"Probably to make sure she didn't go looking for Jocelyn and Jonathan."

Jocelyn's expression changed to hatred and her hands shook

"I hate him."

She left after that, saying she was going to her temporary room here.

Clary POV

My thoughts drifted, sifting through the events of the past few hours. I couldn't get my father's face out of my mind. His expression when he told me to catch a demon. He was planning something and I had no idea what. I knew though that he wanted me to be here. If he hadn't, he would have come and gotten me out. Damn him. My body felt heavy, my mind slow as I drifted until I dropped off into unconsciousness .

….

I knew I was dreaming due to the lack of pain in my body, I looked around me at the familiar room and frowned. I was in the weapons room. Back at the manor.

"Clarissa." My fathers voice.

"Father." I turned around, saw him studying me "Im at the institute. How is this happening?"

"I employed the skills of a warlock. This is all in your head." He smiled " The shadowhunters have a spell on you. I can't break it and neither can you."

"Well find a way. I want out father. She's here." I glared.

He knew immediately who I meant, I saw from his expression.

"Did she say anything to you?" He asked sharply.

Her words from earlier flashed through my head 'That bastard let me believe my baby was dead. He kept her from me." I thought of the expression in her eyes. Then debated telling my father. Decided against it.

"No. She just looked really sad." I kept my face blank as he scrutinized me.

"Very well. While you're there I want you to keep an ear out for information. I believe my wife ran away with the Cup. I want you to listen and see if you can get it back."

I was tempted to yell at him. I knew he had a plan. I just didn't know why he felt the need to keep me in the dark. I just said,

"Yes father."

He moved towards me and kissed my forehead.

"I know you can do it Clarissa. You are after all my daughter."

He faded away and I felt myself slowly waking up.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit shorter than the rest but I have a bit of writers block. So that's it. Hope you liked it and thanks for reading. Review!