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Clary

The evening passes slowly, and with every new person that I have to meet, I have to resist the urge to stab myself with the knife in my heels. Each greedy old perv that approaches me to 'say hello' sends me into a worse and worse mood. I haven't seen Jace all night, and I'm worried. After Jonathan practically forced me to dance with him, I saw no signs of Jace, and I started to spiral downwards. I need him here by my side.

After a glass of champagne, I'm feeling slightly better. Not tipsy, but a little relaxed. I amble through the crowds of dancing people aimlessly, searching for a friendly face. Anybody, really. With all of these people here, I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic. Everybody is loud and obnoxious, gathered for my birthday that isn't even for another week. Why have a party now, anyways? It doesn't make sense.

I try to make my way out as inconspicuously as I can, but I can feel someone following me, without turning my head. I glance back and don't see anybody through the crowds. I turn and head for the lady's room instead, where I should be okay. Inside, I step up to the sink and dab at the sweat along my brows and nose. I feel dizzy, and slightly sick. I rest my arm on the counter and lean my head down on it, my other hand pressing at my stomach. I don't know what's come over me, but something isn't right.

The door opens and I stand up straight. In the mirror are a pair of familiar brown eyes framed by thick black hair.

"Isabelle?" I ask, turning around. She's really here. "Oh my God, Iz!" I throw my arms around her and she laughs, hugging me back.

"Yes, yes, in the flesh," she laughs and pulls back. She ducks her head towards the stalls, pushing each one open to make sure we're alone. "You look great, by the way!"

"So you do, you always do, Izzy. What are you doing here though?" I ask her.

"I'm a part of the rescue team," she grins. "Have you talked to Jace yet?"

"No, I haven't seen him all night. Why, what's going on?"

"Shit," she mutters. "This isn't just a birthday party, Clar—"

Isabelle's jaw snaps shut with an audible click of the teeth when someone pushes open the door. A couple of middle aged women step in and give us fake smiles before they continue chatting as they step up to the mirror above the sinks to freshen up their makeup. We quickly leave the bathroom, but the second that we step out, I hear Isabelle let out a noise, and I'm being whisked away again, this time by Jace.

"Jace!" I grin, my hands going up to rest on his chest as he pulls me closer. He's glancing all around us and when I look over to where Izzy stood just a second ago, she's gone. "Where'd Isabelle go?"

Without saying a word, he nods towards one of the main doors, where a man in all black is pulling Isabelle through. I step away from him, no thought of repercussions crossing my mind as I try to follow them, but Jace holds me back.

"If you go after them, they'll get suspicious," he whispers in my ear. "Security is going to get tighter, and we have to trust that the resistance will get her."

"What? No, that's ridiculous!" I whisper-shout in his ear. "If they don't even know that Isabelle was captured, then they won't look for her!"

"Clary, breathe. Please. We'll figure this out. Just act normal," he says in a tight voice and leans down to gently place a kiss to my cheek. I huff and pull away from him, rolling my eyes. Who knows what they're going to do to her? There's no way I can sit around and wait.

"Fine. Let's go sit down," I say shortly, and stalk away from him, running through what I could do. I could ask my father, or follow after them and try to find her myself. But if my father finds out, it could compromise everything. But I can't leave her here. She's my best friend.

"Clary, stop," Jace urges me, pulling me through a doorway and into a little antechamber where servers hustle about. I glare up at him. What part of this does he not understand?

"You don't get it Jace! You've never had a best friend; you don't get what I'm feeling right now! I'm terrified, Jace," I tell him, trying so hard to keep my voice quiet, but it keeps cracking.

"Clary, please," he says quietly, pulling me closer so that he can wrap his arms around me. I rest my head against his chest and take a deep breath, listening to his heart beat steadily. "I do get it. Maybe I haven't had a friendship like you and Izzy, but I have you and all of this scares me. Anything could happen, and I've never been more afraid of something happening to you than I am now. You're not thinking clearly, and I don't like that. Irrational thinking leads to mistakes, and mistakes can kill. I know you want to help Isabelle, but right now you need to just listen to me, please. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you with my life Jace. "I breathe in his warmth and wrap my arms around his waist, relaxing a little bit. "Alright. What do we do?" I ask, putting Isabelle's safety on him.

"We go back to dinner, act normal, and then we'll meet in your room," he tells me. "I'll figure the rest out, okay? Just please… don't do anything by yourself."

"Okay, fine," I nod and pull away.

"Will you promise me?" He says, holding my hands in his and kissing my fingers.

"I promise."

Jace

I watch as Clary walks away from me, going to rejoin the party while I take a moment for myself. I lean against the wall and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. What are we going to do? We only have so much time between Clary's change and the toast. Could we find Isabelle and get out during that time? Will the portal even be ready? I haven't even gotten the chance to tell her what this whole thing really is.

Someone bumps into me and something cold and sticky dribbles down my pant leg. Glass shatters all over the floor and crunches under my feet when I turn. I look over and find a familiar mop of brown hair picking up pieces of glass and immediately drop down next to him.

"What are you still doing here?" I hiss, helping Simon pick up the pieces of broken glass. "You should be gone by now, it's not safe."

"I have a job to do," he whispers back, never looking at me. "Let me get you a towel."

I'm left standing here confused, because he shouldn't have a job to do tonight. He's a Mundane with no training; unlike Isabelle, who was raised a Mundane but has the Shadowhunter instincts running through her blood, or Clary who has a little bit of training.

"Here you are, sir," he says cordially and hands me a damp rag. I dab at the spot on my leg and watch him closely. He's fidgety and he's sweating.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hiss.

"I'm helping Isabelle. Don't worry about us. I've got this. Just get yourself and Clary to the basement by 8," he murmurs and scurries off with another tray of drinks. I watch after him incredulously. This kid has no clue what he's doing, and now I have one more life to look after tonight. That's two too many people, and I have no clue what to do now.