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~I Heart Herondale Boys~

Make You Feel My Love
~Chapter Six: Bet~

Valentine Morgenstern was not a patient man, nor was he merciful.

Pangborn and Blackwell stood in front of him, shaking in fear in response to Valentine's anger.

"You're both worthless, incompetent worms. How hard is it to bring me my daughter?" he asked angrily.

Pangborn, who was more battered than Blackwell, answered shakily. "Sir, we're sorry. It's just this boy who keeps meddling . . . he's strong."

Valentine's eyebrow shot up. "A boy? You were beaten by a boy?"

"Not a young boy," Blackwell clarified, glaring at Pangborn. "Probably around the age of your daughter. Little golden boy."

"I heard her say that his name was Jace," Pangborn added helpfully.

Valentine showed none of his shock that he felt at the name. So his seemingly worthless former foster son wasn't worthless after all . . . but he was annoying as ever.

"Irrelevant. Since you two are such dimwits and you clearly aren't capable of your assignment, Jonathan will be taking over. You two are lucky that I'm even sparing your lives," he said menacingly. "Leave, now. I can't stand to look at the two of you maggots right now."

And so they left, thanking him for being so merciful. He almost snorted; he wouldn't be so forgiving next time they messed up.

Leaning back in his chair, Valentine pondered the fact that his former foster son was somehow connected with his daughter now. He couldn't imagine how, unless the cowardly bitch sent her to live with the Lightwoods.

Valentine felt nothing but hate for Jocelyn Garroway. She'd taken their young daughter away from him, though she hadn't managed to take her son. Jonathan was Valentine's son through and through, with none of Jocelyn's personality. He was level-headed, calculating, and ruthless.

And there was the matter of her marrying Luke, his childhood best-friend, so soon after she'd left him. Valentine hated Luke just as much.

Jonathan came striding in, smirking. "The losers told me you wanted me, father?" he said.

"Yes, son. I need you to do something for me. Listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you." Jonathan nodded. "I'm going to need you to gain the trust of your sister without Jace knowing. If he has even the slightest inkling that I'm behind the kidnapping attempts, he'll be on high alert."

"Jace is the reason behind the failed attempts?" Jonathan asked, snorting.

Valentine nodded.

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe."

"Jonathan, you must remember that he received the same training as you did. He is capable of many things, just as much as you are."

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "I'm better than he could ever dream of being. But, I will do what is asked of me, and I promise you that he'll never know it was me. I'll dye my hair, get color contacts, something to disguise myself," he assured him.

"Good. And, Jonathan, do not fail me. I don't have the time or patience for more failure."

"I won't fail."

~MYFML~

Clary awoke the next morning to Jace's arm lightly draped around her waist. His face was buried in her hair, and she could hear his soft snores.

She didn't want to wake him, but she desperately had to pee. Gently, she shook him, and he was instantly alert.

"What? What is it? Are you okay?" His words came out in a jumbled flurry, slightly slurred from sleep.

Clary laughed. "I'm fine, Jace. Everything's okay. But I really have to pee, and, well, I can't really get up." She gestured to his arm around her, and he chuckled, pulling her closer.

"Fight your way out," he said, smirking.

"Jace, you know damn well that I'm not half as strong as you are. Unless you want me to pee on your leg, I suggest you remove your arm from around me."

Laughing, he let her go, and she ran into her own personal bathroom.

When she came out, she nearly laughed.

Jace had fallen back to sleep, sprawled across her bed.

She pulled the blanket higher on him so that he wouldn't get cold, kissed his forehead, then headed down to the kitchen to hunt for some breakfast.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her nostrils were assailed with a horrible smell. As she kept going, she realized that it was coming from the kitchen.

She found Isabelle standing at the stove, a puff of smoke curling around her face. Coughing, she emptied the contents of the frying pan onto a plate.

"Um, Isabelle, might I ask what you're trying to cook?" Clary asked.

Isabelle scowled. "It was supposed to be peanut-butter, strawberry, blueberry and cheese pancakes, but I burned them," she replied sullenly.

"Uh . . . I'm sure they would have been . . . good?"

Isabelle glared at her. "You're lying. You think I'm a horrible cook and you're just trying to spare my feelings."

When Clary didn't answer, Isabelle stalked out of the kitchen.

Alec poked his head into the kitchen. "Is it safe?" he asked, peering around.

"What do you mean?" Clary asked.

"Is Izzy gone?"

Clary chuckled. "Yeah. I think I might have insulted her," she replied.

Alec walked in and sighed, sitting down. "Izzy is talented at everything . . . except for cooking. It's kind of a sore spot for her, because she tries so hard."

Clary nodded in understanding. "But . . . what are we going to eat?"

Alec smiled. "Get Jace. We can go to Taki's," he said.

"Okay . . . are you going to ask Isabelle to come?"

"I'd better, or else she'll get mad at me."

Splitting up, they headed off to get Jace and Isabelle.

~MYFML~

They were all on their way to Taki's, and Isabelle was still sullen.

"God, Izzy, lighten up! I mean, you already know how much you suck at cooking, so it shouldn't surprise you to hear it from Clary," Jace said, grinning.

Isabelle glared, and Clary smacked him in the chest. "Leave her alone, Jace. And I'm sure that her food wouldn't be that bad."

Alec snickered, and Isabelle turned her glare on him. He instantly sobered up.

As they walked, Clary noticed Isabelle texting someone, but didn't ask who. It wasn't her business.

When they arrived at Taki's, they got a booth in the back and waited to be served.

Clary heard the bell that meant that someone opened the door, and peered around. She was shocked to find Simon come through the door and make his way over to them.

She smiled sheepishly at him. She wasn't sure how mad at her that he was. "Hey, Simon."

He smiled back, which she took as a good sign. "Hey, Clary." He sighed. "Listen, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have acted like I did. I guess that I was just . . . I dunno mad that you didn't tell me that you had to live with these people. But Izzy explained everything to me over the phone last night, and now I see how stupid and mean I was. Forgive me?"

"Of course! I was terrified that you were going to stay mad at me, and you're my best friend, so I wouldn't have known what to do if you would've because I need you and you've always been there for me—"

"Whoa, Clary. Slow down," Simon said, grinning. "Don't worry, because I'll always be here for you."

"How nice. I think I might have shed a tear," Jace said dramatically, pretending to wipe his eye.

Clary laughed and elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't be sarcastic, Herondale."

"Why not? Sarcasm is the best invention ever," he replied breezily, grinning at her.

"Do you have a response for everything?" she asked.

"Hmm . . . yep. I've never been speechless in any situation, because my wit is so amazingly awesome."

Clary smirked. "I bet you twenty dollars that I could make you speechless."

Jace snorted, while Simon laughed. "I'll put ten dollars on Clary."

"Me too," Alec said.

"Count me in," Isabelle said, grinning.

"Well, prepare to lose your money, because I'm not losing this bet," Jace said confidently.

Clary scoffed. "You need to be brought down a few notches, I think," Clary told him.

"As if. I'm perfectly fine—"

Clary cut him off by crushing her lips to his. Gasps were heard from all around the table.

Clary ran her hands over Jace's chest, and he leaned into her.

Smiling, she pulled away abruptly and her hand whipped up, connecting with his face so fast that he didn't see it coming.

Jace sat, gaping like a fish. His hand reached up to rest on his reddening cheek.

Isabelle and Alec high-fived her, while Simon looked absolutely pissed.

"I have to go," he muttered. He stalked off without another word, leaving more than just Jace speechless.

"Someone's PMSing," Jace said, eyebrows raised.

Hahahaha I love that ending XD

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