I decided not to ask about the card and why he had it with him. As he opened the door to the large building he moved his hands to cover my eyes.

"Don't attack me," he warned when I gasped. He pulled me forward and I focused on not tripping.

"Is there a reason for you stealing one of my senses?" I asked.

He laughed and didn't say anything other than for me to watch my step or turn. I heard a lot of shuffling and voices. While I tried to decode the quiet talking and clacking of heels I heard the opening of a door.

"Hold on and don't look," Jace whispered into my ear. I felt his hands leave my tightly shut eyes and gasped as Jace swung me up into his arms.

"Jace?" I asked.

"Stairs," he said simply. After we went up a few flights of stairs I was put on my feet again and his hands went over my eyes.

"Tell me where you're taking me?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm good," he laughed.

"Fine," I said as we walked for a minute or so and I heard a key card slip into a slot and a door open. He closed the door and stepped away from me and moved his hands from my still shut eyes.

"Open," he said to me. When I opened my eyes I saw the last thing that I'd expected.

The room was slightly bigger than a studio apartment with walls that were made of brick and grey floors. It was an artistically shaped main room with a spare room that had white walls and a few love seats. The shape of the main room was proper because it was an art studio. There were easels and canvases everywhere and tables covered in pencils, inks, and paint tubes. There were also stools and chairs in front of tables and easels. Also there were two doors off of the little hallway to the main room which I assume are a closet and a bathroom.

"Jace," I whispered in awe.

"You like it?" He asked.

I nodded unable to explain.

"I hoped you would. Did you find out what was down stairs?" He asked.

"I was a little preoccupied trying not to trip over my gorgeous boyfriend because his hands were obstructing my vision. Sorry," I replied.

He laughed and said, "Would you like to find out?"

"Are you going to steal my hearing this time or something?"

"Promise I won't," he vowed crossing his heart.

"Well in that case," I said grabbing his hand and walking out of my new art studio. He walked with me guiding me through the hallways.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Jace asked.

"I'm beginning to believe you," I answered, snuggling slightly closer to his arm.

"So what did you hear downstairs?" He asked as we walked down a large, dark-colored, wooden staircase with green, twirling, and polished railings.

"Heals clacking and talking, so we could be anywhere," I said.

He smiled and stopped me before a double-door. "Are you ready to see what's in here?" He asked still smiling at me.

"Just show me, Jace. I love you but you're driving me crazy," I replied.

He grabbed my hand and opened the door for me. I saw a room full of dress wearing women and suit-jacket wearing men. I also saw wine and waiters walking around. As I walked in I noticed that most of the people in the large room were staring at paintings on the wall and murmuring about them. Jace had taken me to an art show.

"Jace," I whispered. "You took me to an art show? I love you."

Jace laughed and placed his hand on the small of my back, walking forward with me. We walked through a few small and open rooms. One of the ones that I noticed seemed out of place, it was a painting of a few adorable pandas eating bamboo; pandas, really? We had gone through a few of the rooms when we came into one that seemed familiar.

"J-Jace…" I trailed off, my jaw dropping.

His arms went around my waist and his chin rested on my shoulder. I saw golden curls out of the side of my eye as I stared at the identical golden hair of the painting in front of us. Under the twisting blond hair were gold and burning eyes. The shirtless torso was a stunning gold and chiseled perfectly with white extended wings that seemed to shoot out and shine with light. This painting I recognized for one simple reason: it was mine. And dozens more of mine plastered those walls. Near mine were my mothers and among those I saw portraits of me that I'd never seen before. In these portraits I was depicted as a hero with painted lines on my skin. The lines weren't runes but they were as close as you get to them.

"Should I not have done this?" He asked worriedly in my ear.

"Jace," I whispered again before I turned and hugged him tightly.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too," I said. I was given the portrait that Jocelyn had painted of me from the owner of the gallery. We went back upstairs to put away the painting then walked out of the building.

"Thank you for that," I said to Jace.

"It's no problem," he said back, tightening the arm he had around my waist.

I saw plenty of girls staring at us and whispering to their friends. I leaned in slightly to his shoulder and smiled. I don't know how I got this man.

"So what are w-" he started before his phone started to buzz. He reached into his breast pocket and read the caller ID. "Izzy," he told me. He started to put it back in his pocket when I snatched it from him.

"Well at least answer it!" I said before I clicked connect.

"Jace! Why didn't you answer me on the first ri-" she shouted into my ear.

"Izz, calm down!" I whisper yelled back.

"Oh, Clary. I didn't know that this was you… Can I talk to Jace? I need to talk to Jace," she said.

"Uh, sure," I mumbled before I handed the phone to my confused boyfriend.

"Umm, hey, Izz," he said. Izzy spoke for about thirty minutes before Jace said something like, "Crap…. I guess I'll have to tell her then… Thanks, Izz…Bye."

"What was that?" I asked completely curious.

"Uh, it's not important, I'll tell you later. Come on," he put his phone away and grabbed my hand.

"Institute?" I asked.

"Apartment," he said.

"Um, okay."

We walked into my building and were greeted by the doorman. The elevator ride was too long and awkward as I tried to figure out what he was talking to Izzy about and he, I'm sure, was hoping I wouldn't. When we got to the apartment Jace bent down and kissed me as he closed the door with his foot.

As he deepened the kiss I heard, "Whoa there, kids! Slow down!"

I gasped and Jace pulled back to see who had interrupted us but you could tell by the overly familiar voice. Jace wasn't pleased.

Okay, so I had to upload but again I have not time to write down here! So if there are typos forgive me and I will see you soon. Thank you, lovelies! :)

DFTBA,

Kelsey.