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Jocelyn walked into the master bedroom with her husband behind her. A part of her still loved Valentine and always will. However, the mad man standing before her now was not the Valentine that she had fallen in love with. Her husband walked across the room and wrapped his arms around her. He slowly began kissing her neck and running his hands down her body. She had expected questions and pain; not this.
"Valentine…" she whispered in an attempt to distract him. He continued his advances by pulling down the zipper of her dress.
"You are mine forever my darling." He whispered in her ear. "I will never let you leave me again."
Jocelyn shivered as her dress fell to the floor.
"This again my husband? I thought we were past this?" she kissed him softly. Valentine returned the kiss before pulling back to admire his wife.
"Every time I think we are the past gets brought up again." He grinned wickedly looking down at her body. Her eyes grew wide in false confusion.
"My dear, what happened that you are not telling me?"
Valentine slowly pulled her closer and began kissing her neck again. His hands moving down her back resting on her butt.
"We will speak of it later. Right now I want to claim my wife. It has been too long." His lips spoke against her skin.
Jocelyn relaxed and pressed her body against his. She couldn't deny him without hurting him. She needed him in a good mood and on her side as much as possible before he started questioning her. He led her to the bed and turned off the lights.
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Clary fell against Jace's chest as her feet finally found the dirty floor. Both looked up prepared for a fight. Jace took out a witchlight and looked around.
"Please no more." The old woman cried.
Jace and Clary looked down at the old witch laying on the ground covering her head with her arms. Her dress had been slashed open down her back as fresh blood stained her clothes.
"Madame Dorothea." Clary whispered kindly. "Are there any guards here right now?"
The old woman looked up confused yet hope shined in her eyes.
"No, the man with the whip just left. He leaves for an hour or so before he comes back and starts again. They think I know where the Mortal cup is. I don't know where it is I swear! Jocelyn never gave me the cup. She never even mentioned it! Please, you believe me don't you?" The old woman pleaded grabbing onto Clary's leg.
"Yes" Clary spoke. "I believe you. Please let go. We are going to get you out of here but we don't have a lot of time."
The witch let go as Clary ran to the nearest wall and drew a portal.
"We have to make it look like she escaped." Jace stated behind her.
"How do we do that?" she asked.
"We make it look like an inside job." He leaned down and used an opening rune on the cell door. Clary leaned down and undid the locks around the witch's feet. The witch lunged forward to the portal but Jace caught her.
"Let go!" She screamed.
"We are going with you Dorothea. We are taking you somewhere safe. They will find you again if you go on your own. Trust us please!" he whispered urgently to her. The witch seemed to calm down momentarily.
They could hear footsteps flooding the corridor. Men shouting at each other.
"Let's go!" Clary said while grabbing the witches' hand.
All three stepped into the portal just before the guards turned the corner. There was a flash of light and then darkness. Three guards looked down and saw that their prisoner was gone. Chaos broke out.
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Meet me at Magnus apt ASAP
That is all the text message that Alec received over an hour ago said. Of course he was already at Magnus's. He had been seeing the warlock off and on for a few months now. There was no way he could let his mother or father know. Isabelle knew and supported whatever made him happy. She was now awake sitting on the couch next to him. She had decided to stay the night in one of the guest rooms until they heard from the Morgenstern siblings. He had woken her up after he received Clary's text message. He was starting to give up hope that he would hear from either of them at all.
A bright flash illuminated the room as three bodies appeared out of thin air. Two hooded figures stood in front of the group with an old woman laying crying on the floor. Alec and Isabelle drew out there weapons. Jace tensed and was about to remove his weapon when Clary removed her hood first.
"Isabelle. Alec. It's me Clary!" she said.
The two shadowhunters withdrew their weapons immediately. Jace looked at the boy shadowhunter. He had seen him before. Of course he wasn't allowed to formally meet many shadowhunter families. None of Valentine's children were until they came of age. Magnus leaned down and pulled Dorothea into his arms. He quickly ushered her into the open guest room. Alec took a step forward.
"I didn't know you and your sister had the guts to break out one of your fathers prisoners Jonathan." Alec grinned.
Clary was about to speak but was cut off by Isabelle's gasp. Jace had removed his hood revealing his blonde hair and golden eyes.
"You're not Jonathan." He asked. Jace smiled.
"Well technically I am. My birth name is Jonathan but I prefer Jace. So in a way you are correct I am Jonathan." Jace replied cockily. "The other Jonathan is my adoptive brother. It is nice to meet you." Jace stated holding his hand out for Alec to shake.
Alec turned bright red and reluctantly shook Jace's hand.
"Nice to meet you Jace. Alec Lightwood."
Isabelle jumped forward and hugged Jace pressing her chest into his body.
"Hello Jace! My name is Isabelle Lightwood, Alec's sister." She smiled.
Clary was doing her best to hold back her anger. At that moment she hated Isabelle. Maybe this is why she shouldn't have female friends. A part of her wanted to kick her away from Jace, and the other wanted to cry. Alec looked at her momently before Clary caught his gaze. She quickly turned away and began walking down the hallway.
"I'm going to check on the witch." She called out flatly.
Truth be told the only thing she wanted was to distance herself from Isabelle and Jace. Alec watched her go with mixed feelings. It seemed like he wasn't the only one with a complicated love life. He smiled and followed her down the hallway leaving his sister to flirt with her new piece of eye candy.
Dorothea was lying in bed. She looked relaxed and the cuts on her face were gone.
"That is about the best I can do my old friend."
Clary stepped into the room as the light illuminated her face.
"You!" the old woman whispered. "You are Clarissa Fra- Morgenstern! You are the one who saved me?"
"I am," she replied.
"Why?" The old woman asked. I told your father and Magnus the truth. I honestly do not have the cup.
"I am not sure what my mother did with the cup or how you are connected but I couldn't leave you down there to die." Clary whispered sitting down beside the woman's bed.
"I thank you. I wish I had something to give you in return." The lady frowned.
"I didn't do it for any award. Though I wish you had the cup so I could hide it away from my father." She smiled.
"You are a kind young lady….." the woman paused. She placed her hand in her pocket and took out a deck of cards.
"Please take these. Your mother gave them to me as a gift. I know they are nothing compared to the mortal cup but please accept them."
Clary hesitated.
"To be honest, I have had a hard time looking at them lately knowing they came from your mother. If that makes you feel better." The witched added placing the cards in Clary's hands.
Clary nodded. It actually did make her feel better.
"Thank you Madame Dorothea."
The witch laid her head down and closed her eyes.
"I think it is time we allowed Madame Dorothea sometime to rest. You should be getting back home soon before someone realizes your missing." Alec spoke placing a hand on her shoulder.
The witch had closed her eyes and had fallen asleep. Clary rose and walked out of the room. Alec was right. They had to get back home. Clary slipped past Magnus and Alec in the hallway before reaching the foyer. Jace was sitting on the couch with Isabelle sitting next to him. Saying that she was sitting next to him would actually be an understatement. She was practically sitting on his lap playing with her hair.
Jace stood up startled as Clary entered the room.
"Sorry to interrupt your fun," she gave him a cold look. "But Jace and I have to return home before our father realizes were missing. It wouldn't take him long to put two and two together once he finds out his prisoner is gone."
She went to the wall and began drawing a portal. Isabelle hugged Jace and said goodbye but not before handing him her phone number. Alec rolled his eyes. A part of him felt bad for Clary. If Isabelle wanted to keep her as a friend he would have to have a talk with his sister regarding Jace.
Jace seemed to look relieved when Isabelle finally let him go. He grabbed Clary's hand and waved before heading through the portal. The portal closed and all was quiet for a minute.
"Well who would have thought that both Morgenstern boys would be so hot?" His sister giggled.
"Yeah we should really talk about that." Alec replied.
"About what?" Isabelle asked confused.
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Clary and Jace landed hard against the floor. Clary ended up losing her footing and fell on top of Jace knocking him to the ground. After a minuet to recover Clary looked around and saw that they were back in Jace's room. Jace grunted and tried to push her off of him. Having her on top of him was doing things to his body.
"Get off." He grunted.
Clary gasped and jumped off. She turned away in an attempt to hide the pain in her eyes. They were silent for a moment before Clary finally spoke.
"You know if you want to flirt or screw some random shadowhunter girl I don't care. All I ask is that you not do it in front of me." She choked bitterly.
"I wasn't trying to screw her! She came onto me." He protested.
"You obviously didn't seem to mind it." She smiled sadly.
"Well she was gorgeous. What do you want me to do next time a hot girl throws herself at me?" he asked sharply, too sharply. He could tell his words had cut her.
"Next time?" she whispered. She hadn't thought about next time. She could only focus on this time. He was right, what did she expect him to do next time. He was handsome and girls were crazy about him. She was just his adoptive sister. He didn't have feelings for her outside of their blood lust. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Clary got up and began to take out her stele.
He could tell he had hurt her. He wanted to run after her. To throw his arms around her and tell her that no other girl compared to her. She was the most beautiful person he ever met. She made him feel alive and that he lov-.
Jace rushed to his feet and grabbed her arm before she stepped through the portal. She looked back at him shocked as the tears she was trying to hold back threatened to come out.
"I…." he stuttered. After a second he reached into his pocket and handed her a small box wrapped with a bow.
"I never gave you your birthday present." He whispered finally letting go of her arm. Clary looked down at the small gift and nodded.
"Thank you." She whispered before stepping through the portal back into her room.
Clary landed in her room. She stood silently for a few seconds before putting the cards Dorothea had given her in her art drawer. Then she began to strip off the cloak and gear from her body. She threw it in the hamper. Clary changed into a tank top and shorts before sitting on her bed. She looked at the box for a while before finally gaining the courage to open it. She undid the bow and lifted the lid off of the box. Inside was a tiny witchlight and a note.
You were always my light in the darkness. Here is something to help keep you safe.
The tears that had welled up in her eyes before returned full force. She hugged the witchlight to her chest as if it was the only connection she had left with the boy that she loved.
She would be leaving tomorrow. If it wasn't for her father locking the door and what they did tonight she would be in Jace's room right now. Begging him to let her stay with him one last night before everything changed. She pushed those thoughts aside. That wasn't going to happen and there was no use crying about it. She wasn't his type. He obviously went for beautiful girls with curves and long raven hair.
She forced her eyes closed as sleep finally came.