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Clary POV.

I steeled myself as the doors to the library opened and a hush fell over the room. For a moment no one moved, then the pest next to me decided to break the tension.
"Our guest is here. And she's in a charming mood." He informed the room as he sauntered forward and down the stairs with a grin on his stupid face.

I scowled, studying the people seated at the table with critical eyes. It seemed everyone in the institute was there. Jocelyn Fairchild sat next to her son. Both looked at me with hopeful eyes. I looked away from them quickly.

The library was massive, at least four floors of books. The group all sat around a table in the center. I was broken out of my thoughts by pressure on my elbow. Riley. I sneered at him and stormed forwards, walking down the stairs quickly.

"Clary, please take a seat." A soft, feminine voice called when I reached their level. Celine Herondale.

"I'd rather stand." I said, without looking at her. Childish I know but I was in a piss poor mood. I went to the pillar at the end of the table and leaned against it with my arms hanging by my sides, ready to fight. I wasn't letting my guard down for even a minute here. I could feel the eyes of the people at the table burning in to me. I stared back, unflinching.

"Let's start with introductions then." Robert Lightwood said, as though we were all here for a friendly gathering. I inclined my head, motioning for him to go on.

"I'm Robert, you've already met my wife Maryse, and Stephen and Celine Herondale." He started.

"And what a pleasant meeting it was." I murmured

A pause then-

"These are my children Alec, Isabelle, and Max" He gestured to the three sitting opposite him choosing to ignore my sarcasm. I recognized the older two from the club. But the younger boy looked completely harmless, with too big glasses and a small frame he could easily pass for a seven year old. I studied him. A potential target. Perhaps a hostage for when I needed an out. They were all studying me hard, as though they expected me to break out into song at any random moment. Freaks.

"You know Jace, Stephen and Celine's son. Next to him is Hodge, our tutor in the institute." I studied the tutor, skipping over Jace and his intense gold eyes. . I'd seen him before I was sure of it. He looked back at me, fear in his eyes. I smirked.

"Then of course Jocelyn and Jon. And Jocelyns husband Luke."

A werewolf. My father had told me about him. How he was most likely a reason for her leaving me. I glared at them.

"A downworlder?" I sneered. "Father would be pleased."

Luke's face darkened.

"You're father lost any right to her when he stole you from her." He hissed.

I blinked, not expecting his retaliation. Then my expression hardened.

"You never had any right to her in the first place, filthy mutt." I hissed, my brain going over his words. That was the second time I'd heard of my father stealing me. They must be lying. Of course they were. They hated him. They were trying to brainwash me.

"Luke. Let's keep on topic." Robert said. He seemed to be the spokesperson for the group. He focused his attention on me.

"As you know Clarissa we have a spell on you preventing you from leaving. Should you try to leave there will be pain and eventual unconsciousness." He informed me, as though telling me about the weather. Once again all eyes were on me, gauging my reaction to the words.

"Nothing I can't handle." I said, taunting him. I sensed shifting round the room and felt the tension rolling off Riley, who had stationed himself beside me. Roberts gaze hardened.

"You would remain unconscious until you were back inside the institute."

Oh. Crap. I forced my features into a bored expression.

"Go on" I waved a hand lazily.

"We have gaurds stationed around the institute. If you try harming any of our members, they will be forced to incapacitate you."

I snorted, pushing some stray hair back from my face.

"Sounds fair. A bunch of well trained, huge guards against little old me." I said.

"Don't play weak Morgenstern. We've seen what you can do." That was Stephen.

I looked at him and saw the hate burning in his gaze. Damn, you'd think I'd killed his first born child or something.

Speaking of first born children, my brothers eyes hadn't once left me. I was trying to ignore him but I could feel his green eyes burning into me.

"And I've seen what you can do." I smirked at Stephen. "Which isn't much if I can manage to overpower four armed shadowhunters all bigger than me and escape having completed my job." I stared him down as he opened his mouth.

"Stephen." That was Jocelyn. She was staring at the blond haired man with pleading eyes. Then she looked at me. "Clary I-"

"It's Clarissa." I snapped. She fumbled for a moment.

"Clarissa, we need to talk. You, me and Jonathan." She said.

"Oh Joy. A family reunion. We're just missing one person." My eyes moved to the portal. "Why don't you invite your husband, mommy dear?" I said sweetly.

"Enough." This was Maryse." I wont sit here and watch you talk down to my friends like that. You'd better clean up your attitude or-"

"Or what?" I asked. I nodded at Jocelyn "Or she's gonna ground me? If you hadn't noticed I can't leave here. And she lost the right to make any decisions regarding me when she left me to die." I said simply. I wasn't expecting to get a reaction, but Jocelyn gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth and leaning her head into Luke's shoulder. She looked completely wrecked.

"Clary I- I didn't-he lied" She chocked out.

I frowned.

"Whatever you're trying to say, I'm not interested. If you'd be so kind, I want to find my room now. I'm kinda tired." I forced a yawn and started towards the door but stopped abruptly when Riley grabbed my arm.

"Yes?" I looked up at him. He just glared.

There seemed to be indecision amongst the adults at the table then-

"Jace, Izzy, Alec, Jon would you show Clarissa to her room please? We still have things to discuss here." Celine said lightly.

The four teens rose from the table without protest, and I admired Celine Herondale's control. I followed behind the four after yanking my arm out of Riley's grasp, though he followed so close behind he could have been my shadow, resting a hand on his sword. I internally rolled my eyes. If he was gonna follow me around the whole time I was here I think I'd stay in my room the entire time.

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I studied my room, and the four teens studied me. No one had spoken a word on the journey up here and it was getting awkward with them constantly looking at me. To distract myself I walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms round them.

The four teens just stared at me. I wrinkled my nose.

"What is it with you guys and staring. You'd think you were going for a freaking world record!"

Jace's lips twitched and I knew he was trying to hide a smirk. I glared and his expression smoothed back to normal.

"Are you always so mean? I can't see Valentine putting up with this behavior." It was Alec that spoke but everyone looked interested in my answer.

I hid my flinch, not willing to tell them how I sometimes went too far and his reactions at those times.

"My father doesn't care how I act, so long as I do what he says and don't interfere with his plans." I said coldly.

"Plans?" This was Isabelle and I just looked at her.

"Bye." I said shortly.

"But-" Jonathan said.

"I'm tired, I want to be alone, and I'm in a piss poor mood." I snapped, glaring viciously. "So leave."

I turned my back on them, getting up and going over to the window. The door shut and I breather a sigh. Then-

"Clary. What do you have against me?"

I turned around and met Jonathans eyes.

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