As she shadowed in the slight hollows of his cheeks, she took a moment to admire her work. It was an almost perfect likeness. His hair fell into his intense eyes, and a confident smirk was on his lips. His cheekbones- perfectly angled. She drew him with out a shirt on, guessing what his body looked like under his Shadowhunter gear. Instead of the normal runes that decorated Shadowhunter skin she marked him with her own runes, some of her creation, others that came to her in dreams, or moments of need. She paid particular interest to his hip bones at the bottom of the page, giving him two small marks that meant 'Angel Boy,' in Enochian. (The heavenly language, made up of a different set of runes. When spoken it sounds like music, like a strange sort of humming. That's the reason demons can't stand some musical notes, they are to similar to the language of the angels. Clary herself was the only Earth born being able to speak and understand Enochian. She often did so with out realizing she was, mostly when she was stressed or angry.) Lastly she had given him angel wings. And as she suspected they looked natural on him, she doubted she would ever picture an angels face with out seeing Jace's in her mind. She finished and wrote the initials J.M.H in the bottom corner.

Shutting the sketch book Clary laid back on the bed, if she were still in Idris it would be past one in the morning by now, but she was not in Idris anymore, and New York was eight hours behind. The sun wasn't even completely set here. She felt like she'd been up for days instead of eight extra hours. Rolling over she was just going to give in and sleep, when she saw the pencil smudges on her hands. She knew from experience that if she slept without washing her hands, she'd wake up with marks all over her face. Sighing loudly she rolled out of bed and made her way to the small personal bath connected to her room.

Clary pulled up her sleeves exposing her unique runes, not only were they of her own design, but they were also shimmering gold instead of the normal black. Just one more thing the Silent Brothers will have to study. She would have to remember not to show any marked skin. Especially her back, if anyone saw the wings branded into her skin she doubted she could ever escape the brothers. She dried her hands on a small- of course white- towel, and walked back into the bedroom pulling her sleeves back down. And was shocked to see Jace laying across her bed looking though her sketch book.

"What are you doing?! That's personal, put it down!"

"You're good, amazing even." He said turning another page. Clary pounced on him. She grabbed the book and hugged it to her chest, only realizing she was straddling his waist after she had the book. She blushed a dark golden color. Jace looked up at her confused.

"Gold.. how? Your cheeks are gold!"

"A trick of the light, you shouldn't go through other peoples belongings without permission." She tried to change the subject, while she stood from the very intimate position. "My sketches are very personal, more so than even a diary."

"Well then I'm offended, I didn't see a single picture of myself." Clary turned to hide the new blush forming on her face, thanking the angel he didn't get to the back of the book.

"Did you want something?" He nodded and stood.

"Maryse is back, she has news. I came to get you and your.. friends."

"Did she already tell you what happened?"

"No, she said she would tell us all together. But Robert didn't come back with her."

"Well than lets go. We'll probably have to wake Simon, and Rebecca. So you get Simon, and I'll get Rebecca. To save time."

Just before Cary, Simon and Rebecca, (both of whom were half asleep) walked into the library which seemed to be the place they had meetings. Jace stopped Clary by grabbing her upper arm. She looked up at him confused.

"Are you armed?" Clary's eyebrows knit together.

"Armed? No, well I have a stele or two."

"Two?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe three." She smirked. "Why are you asking if I'm armed?"

"Because Maryse didn't come back alone. Try not to attack him okay?"

"Attack who?" Clary asked following him into the room. She didn't need to ask anymore questions. As soon as she saw him Clary saw red, she had never truly felt the urge to hurt another person before now, before Lucian Graymark stood not ten feet away from her. The man that destroyed her family along with her bitch of a mother. All sense, reason, and training flew out of her mind. And she lunged at him.

"You!" Before she got to him she was grabbed from behind and held to a hard chest. She fought against the iron grip not caring that she was probably scratching the person holding her. She wanted to get to Lucian, who ever got hurt in the process did not matter much to her.

"Hello Clarissa." His voice was so calm it sent her into an increased state of rage.

"You bastard!" Clary redoubled her efforts to get free, she finally broke free not even feeling the pain of nails cutting her hands. She tackled Lucian sending them both to the floor. She went to attack again not noticing the deathly quiet or lack of movement in the room. She was screaming at the man that ruined her family, he had taken her fathers wife, and her and Jonathan's mother. He deserved to die, and Clary dearly wanted to hand out his punishment.

"Clary shut up!" Simon's panic brought her slightly out of her murderous rage.

"Do you know who that is?!" Clary demanded of him.

"Clary, you're speaking Enochian, and um, bleeding." Simon looked down at her hands her gaze followed his, her right palm had a deep cut that was covered in golden blood. A smaller cut on her left knuckles was also bleeding.

"Your eyes are gold too!" Isabelle exclaimed beyond confused.

Clary looked up at them all, her face was showing nothing but panic. She had exposed herself in front of them all! And they all (besides Simon, and Rebecca) were staring at her like she was a sideshow freak. Clary scrambled to her feet and turned her back on them all. She removed a stele from a fold on her dress and pulled her arm in front of her so no one could see while she traced the iratze on her forearm.

"What are you?" Alec asked behind her.

"Female, you?" She shot over her shoulder glaring.

"You blushed gold. Because your blood is gold... why is your blood gold?"

Clary just stared at Jace not offering him an answer. What could she say without telling everyone exactly what she wanted no one to know? Sure she planed on telling Jace, alone, about the angel blood her father had given his mother and hers. But she wasn't planing on going into detail about herself, she was different from him.

"How can you speak Enochian?!" Maryse sounded amazed.

"That's a rather personal question, I for one am much more interested in what the Clave said and why he's here." She looked at Lucian with pure hatred.

"Yes I want to know what the Clave said too." Simon said helpfully.

"Me as well." Rebecca added. Clary sent them small grateful looks.

It was more a softening of her eyes but it was all she could do at the moment- she would thank them later. Maryse gave Clary one last searching look before nodding. Isabelle Alec, and Jace all gave her looks clearly saying they were not done questioning her before also nodding. Lucian was carefully not looking at Clary, for fear of sending her back into a rage. They all walked over to what Clary was coming to call 'the serious talk table.' Once everyone was seated Maryse cleared her throat.

"Valentine, sent a message to the Clave... it was attached to the body of a murdered Shadowhunter boy outside Alicante."

"How old?" Jace asked his knuckles turning white with the force of the fist he was forming.

"Fifteen." Maryse answered sadly.

Clary closed her eyes and looked away, knowing her father committed evil deeds and hearing about it was something completely different. There was a reason she decided- why something's are considered unspeakable. How could the man who read her stories as a child, and still to this day has come to say good night to her every night he was at the manor- do such a thing? Order the death of a child.. Because she was sure the boy wasn't important enough on her fathers scale to die by his own hand. She felt shame and an intense feeling of nausea form in her stomach.

"What did he say?" Isabella asked impatiently.

"If Clarissa isn't returned to him in twenty-four hours he would raise an army of demons to attack Alicante's boundaries. The Clave doesn't believe Valentine will find a way through, but any Shadowhunter coming or going will be killed without question- until she is returned to him."

"Raise Hell and burn Heaven." Jace mumbled under his breath looking over to Clary."

"And the Clave? What did they decide?" Clary asked not showing if she cared either way for the answer. Maryse shifted in her seat slightly, and made eye contact with Clary.

"They are convinced Valentine only wants you back so badly, because you know something he doesn't want you to tell the Clave." Clary knew what was coming next. "You are to be questioned with the Mortal Sword, tomorrow. Once they find out everything you know they are considering letting you go back to him." Her face stayed calm, but all the blood drained from her face. She looked at Simon, then over to Jace- they were both giving her concerned looks. If she looked over to Isabelle, she would have seen the same concern on her face. They had all heard her panic, and fear of being tried by the Sword just hours ago.

"Tomorrow..." She repeated in a strangely empty voice. Simon reached over and took her hand. She allowed this for only a second, before pulling her hand away. "I'm fine. Trial by Sword is only allowed in cases where the defendant is proven guilty by at least one crime. I have never broken any laws."

"It won't be a trial, just questioning. Inquisitor Herondale will arrive in the morning, and we will go to the Silent City at noon. The Clave will not be there, just you, me, and the Inquisitor." Maryse smiled at her, and Clary tried to return it, but it came out rather stiff.

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but the Inquisitor is the Clave." And then she realized what she was saying- the Inquisitor- Inquisitor Herondale. Clary stood abruptly.

"I need to talk to you Jace." He looked at her and could see the urgency in her eyes. "Please, alone." Clary's face was so serious that Jace stood at once. He nodded to her but before they could leave the room Lucian stood as well.

"Clarissa, please wait." He was looking at her with such sorrow that she actually paused.

"What do you want?"

"Your mother, she's dying." Clary was silent for a long moment, every eye in the room was on her, she paid them no thought.

"I have no mother," she shrugged, "let her die. I hate Jocelyn Fairchild even more than I hate you. Her death will mean nothing to me."

"If that were true you wouldn't hate me at all. Just come talk to her, if she doesn't wake up, well then I'm out of ideas, and she will die. Just please try."

"Do not misunderstand the loathing I feel for you both, it's from crushed and tainted childish dreams. I don't dream for the same things anymore."

"Clary... she is our mother weather she raised us or not, I already tried- couldn't you..."

"No Jace, she's not your mother or mine." Lucian reached across the table and grabbed her hand. She pulled back with such force that he ended up half on the table. "DON'T TOUCH ME! You filthy mutt!" He righted himself sadly.

"I should've known your father would teach you to hate my kind."

"He tried, much to his annoyance he and I disagree on the topic. My hatred is for you alone."

"That must take a great deal of compassion, to believe differently of something you've been taught to hate your whole life. Please show some of that compassion now, weather you hate me and Jocelyn or not. Please, don't force me to watch my best friend die with out trying all I could to save her." His eyes were glazed over with tears.

"Clary.." Simon said sadly. She looked over to him. "Just try, weather it works or not you won't have to see her again." For some reason Clary found herself looking to Maryse, who smiled and nodded to her.

"Fine, it won't do any good tho. Why would she wake up for the child she already abandoned once? But talking to Jace is more important so you and Jocelyn will have to wait."