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Clary POV

I slept deeply for about five hours of that night but was pulled from the blissful land of floating darkness by a voice.

"Clarissa."

Suddenly my father was there, staring at me with serious eyes.

"What do you want?" I scowled, knowing I should be more respectful but not caring at that moment "I was happily asleep."

"You still are asleep my darling." He said, eyes cold and voice sharp. " I need you to get out of there." He said.

I scoffed.

"Easier said than done father. You know all about the spell. I mean-"

"Not permanently. Just for an hour. I have something to give you." He interrupted impatiently. I stared.

"And it can't wait? You can't just give it to me when I come home?" I asked

"It's a matter of urgency. You've never struck me as the caring type, my daughter, but I have no choice." He mused. I froze.

"Father, what did you do?"I asked, a little breathless.

"I rescued a child. He was all alone, starving. I took him in, raised him in a separate house in the woods. I saved him." I heard his words but his expression told me something different. There was more he'd done to the child. Maybe just like he'd done to me and Jonathon.

"He's only young. However he's proved extremely useless to me. You need to take him. Perhaps the Institute will be too preoccupied with Oliver to worry about you and you can slip away." My father was taunting me. Using words as weapons, an art that he'd taught me was extremely useful and one I'd been interested in. However at this moment I despised it.

"And how do you expect me to get them to allow me out?" I asked.

"Make up a lie. You're good at it." He said shortly. I didn't know whether that was a compliment or an insult.

With those words he faded away and I opened my eyes.

The sunlight streaming through the window should have cheered me up. It only worsened my mood. With a heavy sense of dread I got out of the massive bed and stormed over to the bathroom.

….

I was just pulling on my training clothes that had been washed and placed inside my door when I heard a knock. I sighed and finished dressing, then I marched over and opened the door. My brother and Riley stood there. I swallowed back my bad mood and all sarcastic comments and put on a bright smile.

"How can I help?" I asked, deciding to try and sound pleasant in an attempt to soften them up.

"The silent brothers are here." Riley informed me, his voice like granite.

Oh freaking perfect. Another thing to look forward to. Not.

I made a sweeping motion with my arm.

"Lead the way, oh wide one." He sucked in a breath and I suppressed a giggle. "Oops, I mean 'wise one'." His glare told me he didn't believe me and I rolled my eyes, following him down the hall and ignoring the curious eyes of my brother burning into me.

Riley led us into a kitchen where all the Lightwoods, Herondales and Jocelyn were. I turned to Riley with a scowl, dropping all pretense of being nice

"The Silent Brothers aren't even here." I hissed.

"Not yet, but they will be. I think you being antisocial isn't going to help your case either." He murmured back. I ignored him and waltzed into the kitchen. Liar, he just didn't like me and wanted me to suffer. I examined the knife block and knew I could have the knife in my hand against his throat in seconds, no one would be able to stop me.

Or you could drop him later, in a quiet hallway. No one would know until too late. The nagging voice in the back of my mind piped up and I hid my frown. Be good. I decided I'd give Riley the exact opposite of what he wanted.

"Good morning." I sent a bright smile out into the kitchen. I got wary looks in return and a scowl from Robert Lightwood. Okay….

"I slept well, thank you for asking and you?" this time I put a bit of the giddy bounciness in my voice that I heard in adverts again no response.

"Or maybe you're all still asleep and that's why no one's talking." I concluded, walking over to the fridge and opening it. Still silence.

"Hey! You have strawberry milk." I grinned. I'd tasted it once before, on a mission when I was younger. I'd run into a café to escape from a creepy guy and seen it on display.

I turned to face the group at the table to find them all staring at me, the adults with suspicion, and the children with amusement. I caught Jace's eyes and he smirked, as though he knew exactly what I was doing. He winked and I looked away quickly. Damn sexy shadowhunter.. Wait,what? Stupid Clary, don't be stupid! I mentally shook myself and grabbed a glass from the counter, pouring the milk slowly. While doing so I repeated my fathers mantra To love is to destroy.

"Since you guys are in such untalkative moods Im going to go back to my room to finish my milk." I said haughtily.

"You should sit down, eat something." I looked towards the voice. Jocelyn. Of course. I forced a smile.

"I'm not really hungry. But thanks." I started towards the door when Jonathon behind me said

"Please"

I sighed and turned around, looking at his pleading expression. Stupid, freaking guilt trips. I was a sucker for them.

I sat down slowly and kept myself ready for an attack. I wouldn't put it past them and if there wasn't some stupid spell I probably would have attacked Riley and anyone else who would get in the way of my escape. I sipped my milk and stared at the table. Thinking about Oliver. I wondered how I had never noticed my father coming and going to him. I wondered how old he was. Of course Valentine would do something like this. It was just like him to throw me in the deep end of his latest plan.

Clarissa Morgenstern.

I stiffended at the voice in my head and groaned. The Silent Brothers had arriver.

A/N: Ok so I know this chappie's probably really bad but I had to update. I promise the next one will be so much better and longer. Please review and I will try to update within the next few days. xx