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Portal
Clary:
I walked downstairs slowly; holding onto Max's collar while I held him, as a black cat, in my arms. He has Magnus. Those three words kept repeating in my mind. Over and over again. My anger flaring with every step I took closer to Jonathan.
Jace met me at the bottom of the steps, however he took one look in my eyes and knew something was up.
"What's wrong?" He placed his hands on my shoulders so I couldn't get away.
"Where is Jonathan?" I asked.
"In the living room." Jace said, moving my face so I looked him in the eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Later, okay?" I pleaded, knowing Jonathan could hear me if I explained what happened with Alec's letter.
Jace looked reluctant to nod at my request. I smiled reassuringly and stood up on my tip-toes to kiss his check.
"Thanks." I whispered. Jace took my hand.
"I'm sorry I was not there when you woke up."
"That's okay." I replied, happy to almost have my Jace back.
Jonathan sat on a brown couch in the living room, a large red book in his hands, his legs crossed casually and an almost innocent expression on his face as he read. But I knew different, he looked up at me and smiled as I entered.
"Good morning, sister," Jonathan said pleasantly.
"Morning." I fought a glare. He has Magnus.
"It's eight-forty-five, good job with your timing."
"Thank you."
"I've decided what I want you to do today," Jonathan announced happily, "I want you to learn a new language; Romanian to be more specific."
"Why would I ever-" Jonathan raised his eye brows, "In one day?" I asked instead.
"Isn't that impossible?" Jace asked from beside me.
"Not with this book it isn't." Jonathan stood up and handed me the red book he was reading, Max scampered onto my shoulder. "Romanian is chapter ten. I suggest you get started."
I looked from Jonathan to the huge red book, that had to way at least ten pounds, and then to Jace. He saw my expression.
"Don't worry, I'll help you." Jace assured me.
"That would be a wise decision, because Clary, there is going to be a little... test tomorrow on how well you know your language." Jonathan's eyes glinted in a way that scared me.
"What kind of test?" I asked slowly.
"Sister, you've been to mundane school, you know what test are." With that he left and entered the kitchen.
"Clary, let's go get started." Jace took the book from my arms in one hand and held mine in the other. He led me upstairs and into my bedroom. "Chapter ten," He whispered to himself as he sat down on the bed next to me, "Here it is." He placed the open book in my lap. "The easiest words are 'Hello' 'How are you?' stuff like that."
"You speak Romanian?" I asked him numbly. Getting one glance at this book, I saw rows upon rows of words, phrase, sentences even states and planets. I became dizzy at the sight.
"Fluently. As well as Italian, Latin, and Ancient Greek." Jace gloated easily.
As impressed as I was, I looked back down on the book still to nervous to praise Jace.
"Now that is just insulting," Jace muttered in a hurt tone, "Here I am, quart-lingual and you don't even utter a wow." He shook his head. "What is happening to fiancee's these days?"
"Jace, I have to learn a whole new language in one day. I don't have time to 'utter a wow'."
"If you have time to say that, you have time to say wow." Jace rose an eyebrow and deciding that this conversation was going to lead into a pointless fight, I gave him what he wanted.
"Wow, Jace. Teach me Romanian." I said in a false happy voice.
"Now was that so hard?" Jace asked obviously proud of himself. I started to pick up the book, possibly to hit him over the head with it, he chuckled,"Yes Clary. I would love to teach you Romanian." He pointed to 'Hello' on the page. "Say what you think that says in Romanian."
I looked down where he was pointing, "Bună ziua?"
"The 'a' has to be longer. That is what that line over it means. Bună ziua. Try again." Jace instructed.
I took his tips and tried again, "Bună ziua."
"Now that means, hello. Let's go to a phrase, 'How are you'. Cum esti tu?" Jace said. "You try."
"Cum esti tu." I repeated what he said.
"It's a question so make sure it sounds like one." Jace looked bored.
"Cum esti tu?" I rose my voice on the last word to make it sound like a question.
He didn't smile, "Now let's try..."
For the next few hours, Jace taught me about fifty words, twenty phrases, and about thirty sentences. By the end of three hours, we were talking back and forth in paragraphs even though I was a little slower than he was when it came to translating them in my mind.
"Bună ziua. Cum esti tu? Eu am facut bine. Numele meu este Jace. Esti foarte frumoasa, care este numele dumneavoastră? Translate that." Jace asked the millionth question. By this time, I lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if the words would appear. Jace had the red book in his hands so I wouldn't cheat.
"Hello. How are you? I am doing well. My name is Jace. You are very beautiful, what is your name?" I translated after a moments hesitation.
Jace ordered, "Now respond to me." Max licked my foot in approval from his spot at the end of the bed.
"Bună ziua. Eu sunt bine. Vă mulţumim pentru că a... suplimentului de planificare. Numele meu este Clary." I said.
"You didn't say anything about my beauty."
"I don't have to," I replied, "You talk about your beauty enough for the both of us."
"Aroganta este cheia, dragostea mea." Jace smirked.
"Arrogance is the key?" I asked, trying to translate. Jace nodded. "You're right the key to having women slap you."
Jace shrugged, "Let's keep going. Come here," I sat up, "Now I will teach you planets and more sentences."
Before he could start to teach me, the room became very hot and a flame burst out of nowhere in front of me. Max jumped off the bed and growled. Jace had me in his arms and across the room before I could blink. But then the flame disappeared and a note attached to a small vile of liquid dropped onto the bed.
I squirmed in Jace's arms, "Let go, Jace. I was expecting this."
"Fire mail? Who are you talking to?" Jace asked still holding me close to him. The electric sparks shocked me where his hands were but I ignored them.
I squirmed again, "Let me go." Jace set me on my feet slowly and I ran to the bed. Grabbing the letter first, it was addressed to me; just like last time.
Clary,
Here is this. Yes, Isabelle and I made it back to the Institute. Maryse and Robert are very angry. What do you want me to do next? Is Jace alright? Are you? Have you found Magnus?
-Alec
I smiled, thanking Alec silently. I set the note down beside me, fully knowing that Jace was going to read it, and picked up the vile of liquid. It was clear, looking harmless like water, but in this container was enough poison to kill an elephant.
"Clary, you are contacting Alec!" Jace asked loudly, I put a hand over his mouth to shush him. Looking over at the door, waiting for Jonathan to come in here and then kill more Downworlders.
"Shh." I placed a finger over my lips.
"Jonathan's outside, Clary; I heard the front door open and close earlier. He can't hear us." Jace's voice was muffled underneath my hand. I took it away from his mouth.
"Okay." I nodded, "Yes, I am contacting Alec. He sent me a message this morning and it said, 'He has Magnus', he being Jonathan, and that's why I was angry earlier."
Jace looked perplexed as he stared at me, "Clary, what's in that container?" He pointed to the liquid on the bed.
"Poison." I said, picking it up and showing it to him.
He rose an eyebrow, "And what do you expect to do about Jonathan's demon side?"
"What?"
"Valentine put demon blood in Jonathan's body, Clary. He has demon blood and human blood." Jace looked impatient, "What do you expect to do about his demon blood?"
I shrugged, "I'm pretty good with a knife."
"That's not funny, Clary. I don't want- Jonathan is so much faster than you. He's as fast as me when running. He will get away and then summon all of his demons on us."
"But, Jace, he'll be to weak after he drinks this." I shook the vile making a tornado like swirl.
Jace sighed placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose, "This plan could go wrong, but I know when you get determined, you will not stop for anyone, not even me."
"Jace, please, this might be our only chance to kill him." I whispered, "Both sides of him."
Jace looked at me for a long moment, moving his hand that was on his nose and push a piece of hair back behind my ear, as always it was like a reflex his expression not changing. Then he cupped my face, bringing his other hand up as well, my face now a prisoner between his two hands. He bent down to place his forehead on mine, closing his eyes, and sighing.
"How did I fall in love with with someone who is more stubborn than I am?" Jace whispered, his hot breath, smelling of mint, ran all over my face. My eyes fell closed on their own.
"Jace," I breathed, "Please. Help me with this." He sighed again, running his fingertips over my cheeks, eyelids, lips.
"Am să vă ajute, Clary. I'll help you. Just tell me what drink you put it in so I don't sip out of it instead."
"I was planning to put it in coffee, then put some sugar in it." I smiled, opening my eyes to look at his beautiful face; his eyes still closed, I longed to see their beautiful golden color.
"I don't like sugar in my coffee." Jace smiled softly, as if relieved that I remembered this little detail about him.
"I know, so make sure you sniff the coffee first."
"I'll do that." Jace replied, bringing his lips down to kiss my forehead. He opened his eyes and stared at me. I was so close to him that I could see small brown flecks in his beautiful light eyes. "You better respond to Alec, he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Okay." Jace slowly retracted his hands from my face and let me go to the bed; where I pulled out a new piece of paper and a pen and responded to Alec. I drew the Rune for fire on the note and it lit up before dissolving in the air. "Thank you." I said to Jace when I was done.
"For what?" Jace asked, coming to sit down on the bed.
"Thanks for teaching me Romanian and for going along with this plan."
"You're far from completely learning Romanian and the plan might take days," Jace replied, "But you're welcome."
I smiled at him and he continued to teach me the Roman language. The sun was starting to set when Jonathan came into the room, I quickly shoved the poison in my pocket.
"How is the teaching going?" He smiled pleasantly.
This time I didn't stop my glare, "Fine." I replied shortly.
"Fine or more than fine?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I am going to need your help. Both of yours actually." He smiled.
"Why? What's going on?" Jace asked quickly, he seemed to unconsciously slide an arm around my waist and pull me closer.
"A new set of Downworlders have just come in." Jonathan smiled wider.
I sucked in a breath as several questions sped through my mind at once; Was Magnus in the prison? Had Jonathan learned about my notes with Alec?
"No." I whispered, ice seemed to run through my veins despite the warmth of Jace's hand and I became furious. "No! You can't keep doing this!" I yelled at him, standing up.
"Actually I can, sister, and if you don't obey me I will make you kill every last one of them." Jonathan glared at me, meaning every word he said.
"I wouldn't..." I shook my head.
"Then you will die with them-"
"No!" Jace screamed.
"Yes, Jace, she would. This bitch," Jonathan pointed a finger at me, "needs to be taught some manners."
"If you lay a hand on her," Jace walked in front of me, "I'll fold you over so many times that you will be a little filthy origami half-demon."
"Still so confident I see?" Jonathan laughed humorously. "I have no interest in fighting with you right now, Jace. Meet me downstairs, you two. Bring weapons." He left the room. Jace turned to me.
"Are you alright?" He lifted his hand up and touched my cheek.
I flinched away from his hand, "Fine. Jace, Magnus is probably down there, I have to save him and we have to get the poison in his cup and I need-"
Jace pulled me into a hug, his tone patient, "Stop, Clary. It's all going to be okay. Get your knives, stele, whatever you need and I'll meet you at the top of the stairs." He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. "Okay?"
"Okay." I nodded pulling away from him and watching him walk out of the room and shut the door.
When he left, I took a deep breath in and out before walking into my closet looking over the impressive rows of knives. I pulled on a leather jacket and shoved all of the knives in their spots inside the jacket. Then, I grabbed two stele's, on to put in my jacket and the other to mark my body with the right Runes.
The Runes I usually marked myself were; soundless, balance, speed, precision, fearless, agility, stamina, healing, and hidden. I marked myself with this because those were almost all that I knew besides that ones that I created.
Suddenly, completely ironically, an image shown up in my mind; I grabbed the journal Jonathan had given me, grabbing a pencil as well, and started to draw. The rune was clear and strong, unlike Hidden's faintness, its dark lines showed up with great force against the backs of my eyelids.
When it was finished, I opened my eyes and looked down at the Rune. Nothing came to me as to what it might be, a knock sounded on my door and I shoved the journal in my jean pocket deciding that I would think of it later. "Come in."
The door opened and Jace stood in his all black shadowhunter gear, "Clary, are you okay? I thought you were going to meet me at the stairs." Carefully, I pulled on leather gloves over Jace's engagement ring and responded to him.
"I'm fine." I walked forward and kissed his cheek, "I promise."
"I won't let Jonathan hurt you, if thats what you're worried about." Jace said.
I shook my head, "I don't want you to risk your life for me."
"Clary, I always will."
It's useless to try reasoning with him,
"I'm worried about the Downworlders."
He pulled me in a hug, "We will free them, Clary. We will."
I let go of Jace, "Let's go. Max, come on." The dog quickly turned into a large jaguar and followed me.
"Be careful, Clary. Please." Jace whispered. I looked back at him.
"I will, Jace. You will too, right?"
Jace nodded, "I promise." I didn't know if he was trying to hide it, but there was a excited glint in his eye that always appeared when Jace was about to fight demons.
"Alright, then, let's go." I took his hand and we walked downstairs. "Wait, Jace, come to the kitchen for a second." I said pulling his hand.
"The poison?" He whispered letting me pull him into the kitchen.
I nodded, letting go of his hand only for a second to make coffee, put sugar in it, and then pour in the clear liquid that was the poison. I smiled at my work and then turned back to Jace.
"We'd better go, Jonathan is not going to be happy." I said.
"Since when do I care what people think?" Jace muttered but let me pull him again to the front door and outside of the house, where Jonathan was still waiting.
I gasped when I saw what was in front of the house.
There was a mile long line of Downworlders ready to meet there fate. They all we lined up like tame school children on their way to lunch. All chained together by a blue hand-cuffs that were hooked onto their feet. They were not asleep like the Downworlders from yesterday, they were awake not making a sound. Peaceful almost.
Demons and Forsaken were growling at them on either side.
A horrible lump in my throat rose up when I saw that Magnus Bane was in front of the line. He was hard to recognize, being in all black, no sparkle or spikes in his hair, and all types of cuts and bruises layered his arms and face like a second skin. I reached my free hand out to him, like it would really do anything. Jace squeezed my other one and then let it go.
"Jonathan! What are you going to do with them?" Jace asked loudly.
"Actually," Jonathan turned to us, "I am going to make my sister kill this one." He pointed to Magnus.
"No. No! I won't!" I shook my head, stepping away from Jonathan.
"What if I said that if you kill him then I would free the rest?" He questioned like an evil man twirling his mustache while he takes my virtue. I looked over at Magnus, his cat eyes flickered to me with sadness trapped in them.
"No." I whispered my voice sounding unsure. I kept debating in my head; Kill Magnus rest go free. Don't kill Magnus and they all, Magnus included, get turned to stone.
"Are you sure about that?" Jonathan taunted. I didn't answer, "I thought you might be annoying, so," He waved his hand signaling the demons to come after Jace, "You see, sister, if you do not choose one person your beloved Jace will be killed painfully and slowly by all my him." Jonathan pointed at Jace.
All of a sudden, ten demons of every kind were charging at Jace. He pulled out two serphab blades, named them, and crouched into a fighting stance. Jace caught eyes with me for half a second before the first demon attacked him, he killed it easily but they kept coming. No! Magnus or Jace. Magnus or Jace. The answer was obvious in my heart but I didn't want to admit it. Jonathan was watching me and saw that I made a decision, he called the demons off of Jace, who was now panting a few cuts on his face.
"Which life will you choose to end sister?" Jonathan asked. At that moment, all I wanted to do was choke the living out of him and stomp on his grave but I couldn't so I tried to convey it in a glare.
Breaking my glare at Jonathan, I pulled out a knife from inside my leather jacket and looked up at Magnus. Jonathan gave a sigh. As if in slow motion, I walked up to the front of the line of Downworlders, Magnus was still looking down at me as I raised my knife and angled it at his heart.
"Do it." Magnus whispered, his cat eyes calm.
My knife paused, "I can't." I turned, my back now facing the Downworlders and my knife towards Jonathan... and Jace.
Jonathan sighed, shaking his head, "Clary, Clary, Clary." He tsked, "So stupid. So idiotic. You know you cannot beat me, out run me, and still here you are protecting the filth that wreck this Earth."
"You are the filth, brother." I put as much venom as I could into my voice, "And I am going to stand up for what is right." Despite my words, my hand around the knife was shaking as its blade pointed at Jonathan.
Jonathan thought for a moment then smiled slowly, "Fine, Clary. Be the hero. Save the day like good little girls do. But I hope you know that this will only make me come after you harder, faster, and stronger." He threatened before turning around, motioning his demons off, and retreating back into the house.
I turned and walked about twenty yards away until I nodded to myself and started to create a portal. I just hope that Alec got my letter in time. Once I finished the portal, I looked through and saw a house I didn't recognize, however, the people inside the house I did recognize. And Alec was standing in front of them all, locking eyes with me.
"I got your message." Alec said through the portal, he held up a piece of paper.
"Good." I nodded. Alec's eyes shifted and started to look for someone, Magnus I guessed.
I turned as well and found the Downworlders had followed me and were prepared to run through the portal. I raised a hand to stop them and bent down to the nearest Downworlder, a werewolf woman, and drew the Rune for unlocking. Hers unlocked along with everyone else's in a line they all were free.
Alec stepped out of the way and all the Downworlders started to run through the portal, ten at a time, escaping to freedom. A few stopped and hugged me or said their thanks but I was hardly listening as Jace came to stand in front of me, on the opposite side of the portal. A hand was placed on my shoulder, I turned for a moment and saw Magnus smiling at me.
"I'm sorry for almost killing you." I whispered.
"Thank you for not killing me." Magnus replied, right then I wanted nothing more than to hug him and cry but I couldn't, not yet.
I flicked my eyes back over to the portal and saw that there was only Jace, Magnus, and myself left. Jace made no move towards me or into the portal. I realized what was happening.
"I thought you might come." I whispered, looking into his golden eyes.
"Clary, please, I-" Jace started.
"Just maybe... I thought you might. I guess I didn't expect this," I started to voice my thoughts, "after all, one minute you love me and the next you're not talking to me."
"Clary, I just have to-"
"Goodbye, Jace." I said before walking through the portal.
Jace:
"Clary!" I called after her, still seeing her perfect body and red hair retreating, running away from me and into the unknown house.
"Go, Jace." Magnus whispered, I looked over at him, "You have to kill Jonathan. Go. I'll explain it to her."
"Magnus, thank you." I said gratefully.
"Don't get sappy on me, Jace. Go kill Jonathan and we'll keep the portal open." Magnus said before touching my shoulder and walking through the portal. Alec embraced him as soon as he was through. I smiled wistfully at my best friend before running into the house after Jonathan.
I ran straight into the kitchen, seeing the still steaming cup of coffee with the poison hidden in the contents. The cup was clutched between Jonathan's hands.
"Such a shame that our sister had to leave, isn't it Jace?" Jonathan asked.
"She isn't my sister." I shivered, thinking back to when we thought we were siblings.
"Adoptive only." Jonathan shrugged. "Not related."
"We are in no way related." My anger started to grow, so I hid it behind my mask of boredom.
"You're right, now you are lovers, right?" Jonathan asked, the cup still in his hands. "Tell me, Jace. Why didn't you run after your beautiful little lover?"
Because I have to kill you first and then explain to her later. Now drink the damn cup of coffee.
Instead of saying those things, I didn't answer.
"Maybe you thought coming here was your calling? Don't worry, thats how I felt when you arrived."
Drink the coffee,
"Really? Because when I arrived here I thought I was going to beat your ass until dawn."
Jonathan's head cocked to the side, "Why hasn't that happened Jace? Because of her? Or because you are scared of my demons?"
"I'm not scared of anything."
"Then it is because of Clary." Jonathan started to walk towards me, the cup still in his hand. "She is a great kisser isn't she?" He whispered. "Her lips are full, rich, she smells of apples and when I held her body close to me I could feel every line of her heated body, the curve of her breasts, every inch of her being up against me and not you."
Drink the damn cup of coffee, I thought. It took every ounce of me not to beat him senseless right then and there but I had to wait. He will be to weak, Jace, when he drinks this. Clary told me.
Jonathan took my silence as an excuse to drink his coffee and I smiled slowly, not even trying to fight it. He kept drinking the cup until it was empty and was about to say something before his face pinched up in pain and he clutched his stomach. Jonathan fell onto his back and started to twitch excessively.
I took out a dagger and bent down beside him, "Poison in the coffee cup. Pretty cliche isn't it?" Jonathan looked over at me, his body still twitching, "But you were stupid enough to fall for it. Any last words Jonathan?" I asked, getting excited as my dagger inched its way towards his heart.
"Clary... Tell Clary... I'm sorry." He moaned out. I was surprised by these words and paused, "Jace kill me... kill me... please." Jonathan grasped my wrist and pulled the dagger to his heart, not having the strength to push it into his skin.
"Vale, Jonathan Morgensten." I whispered before pressing the dagger forward and into his heart. Jonathan locked his black eyes on mine and closed his eyes as he stopped moving.
Jonathan looked peaceful, like he was sleeping almost.
I stood up whispering, "I'll tell her I'm sorry too." And with that I was out the front door of the house, seeing several shadowhunters on the field fighting the many demons that Jonathan once controlled.
On any other day, I would stop and help them, but now I had an angry red haired beauty to attend to. I walked over to the portal and dashed through it quickly.
Clary:
As soon as I stepped through the portal, I felt my throat getting hot. I was about to cry, but no, not in front of these people. I rose my hand to my family and friends as they all tried to comfort me, hearing everything that Jace and I said to each other before he... before he didn't come with me. Max ran into the crowd, getting the attention he wanted from Simon.
I turned a corner and immediately was speeding down a white tiled cold hallway.
"Your room is the next hallway, first door on the right." A voice that sounded like Isabelle called after me. I made my way to the room she led me to, shut and locked the door, but I soon realized that I didn't want to sit in here and cry while everyone waited for me outside.
Realizing this, I made my way to a window in the bedroom, opened it, and climbed through. I jumped out, landing on the green grass and seeing a vast forest in front of me. I started to run, I didn't know how long I ran nor did I care, but I soon found myself on the edge of a cliff.
Figuring I would be alone here, I sat down curling my knees up into my chest and wrapping my arms around them as I let the tears fall.
Jace:
"Where is she?" I asked harshly of Maryse, Robert, and Isabelle.
"Jace, are you okay?" Maryse asked, walking forward and expecting me.
"I'm not if Clary isn't." I looked around the room, searching for my beautiful redhead. There was no sign of her anywhere. "Where is she?"
Jocelyn walked forward placing a hand on my shoulder, "Clary won't talk to anyone, Jace. She ran to her room and locked the door."
"Which one is her room?" My voice was still harsh, but I had to get to Clary.
Isabelle pointed down one hallway, "Her room is the next hallway, first door on the right."
"Thank you." I whispered gratefully before I took off running down that hallway.
When I reached the door that was supposed to be Clary's, I knocked politely instead of barging right in like I usually would. There was no answer to my knock.
"Clary? Clary, please answer. It's me, Jace. I'm here." Still no answer, I pressed my ear up to the door and then wrenched the doorknob right off in an effort to get in. Just like I heard, I thought when I looked around the room, nothing. There was no one in here, but the window was open.
Clary:
I cried against my knees as the cold November air hit me. I cried, muttering to myself as I did, until two long lanky arms wound themselves around me and I was being pulled towards someone. I pushed away from the mysterious person, not wanting to be comforted right now but the arms were persistent and made me look up.
It was Magnus and Alec behind him. Magnus looked better than when I'd first seen him, his bruises were now healed and none of his cuts were bleeding. His arms came up under my knees and around my back and he pulled me into his lap.
"It's okay, Clary. It's okay. He's coming back." Magnus whispered, placing his chin on top of my head. "Jace will be back." His hand rubbed up and down my back and I felt fully comfortable against him and kept crying into my hands.
Magnus just kept whispering encouraging things.
Later, I felt Magnus's chin lift off my head as Alec started to whisper to someone.
"I just want to talk to her." Oh no, I knew that voice all to well. I started to drop my hands from my face, but Magnus pushed them back up against my eyes.
"It doesn't look like she wants to talk." Magnus replied.
"Give her some time," Alec agreed with Magnus, "She has been crying a lot."
"That's exactly why I want to talk to her, Alec. I need to apologize and explain." That voice belong to the man who loved me, then couldn't stand me, then broken my heart, then loved me again and repeat. That voice was Jace's. I flinched.
"Jace, let her calm down." Magnus said, pulling his arms around me tighter.
"Magnus, I just need five minutes alone to-"
"I'm not leaving her alone."
"Do you think I am going to hurt her?" Jace's voice was bewildered, "No, I wouldn't. Magnus, please."
"You've done enough, Jace. Just go away and let us calm her down." Magnus was now sounding angry.
"Clary, I'm sorry," Jace spoke despite Magnus, "Clary. I'm so sorry. I'll explain everything just let me talk to you. Please."
I dropped my hands but didn't look at Jace, I looked at Magnus wanting to thank him for protecting me.
Magnus nodded, "I get it." He dropped his arms, he wasn't mad his face looked like he respected my decision. Magnus pushed me off his lap gently and stood up, grabbing Alec by the waist and towing him along with him back through the forest. I stayed seated on the ground, looking over the edge of the cliff.
"Are you cold?" Jace asked hesitantly, taking off his jacket.
I didn't respond, still staring out along the beautiful cliff that was hidden under a black blanket full of stars.
"Clary, I am so deeply sorry for how I treated you. I was just trying to protect you from Jonathan because I knew he was just trying to break you to break me."
My sigh cut him off, "Jace, I don't get you sometimes. We are supposed to be in love. I'm engaged to you and yet you still ignore me when your trying to protect me. Do you know how much that hurts me?"
"Clary, I do love you." Jace whispered, "No, I don't know and that is cruel of me to do but please let me make it up to you. I'll make you feel so happy, loved, cherished, and beautiful for the rest of our lives. Please forgive me Clary."
I turned to see his pleading, desperate face. Jace was on his knees behind me, his hands in fists at his side and his eyes were sad. My heart quickened at the sight of him.
"You can't do this to me again, Jace. Please don't. My heart can't handle another break." And you've broken it multiple times.
"Oh, Clary," Jace whispered, "I'm so sorry. Forgive me, please. I've never felt like this before and I don't know how-"
"Stop." I interrupted him, "Stop it. Stop using that excuse. I've never felt like this before either, we are both learning, and I know Valentine told you that you couldn't love people, but Valentine is gone now and we need to just enjoy our engagement and marriage."
Jace nodded, "You're right, I'm sorry. We will, I promise. I won't treat you this way ever again. I'll do whatever you want."
"Jace, I want you to be yourself. I hated hesitant Jace, you are supposed to be arrogant, sarcastic, rude, but when we were alone you loved me to pieces. That is the way I want you to be." I whispered.
"If you want me to be that way, I'll be that way." Jace nodded, looking down.
"Okay, then I forgive you." His head snapped up to me and he smiled.
"Clary..." Jace wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I embraced him with all that I had, knowing that this was my forever.
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