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Clary woke up slowly, she had no idea where she was; all she was aware of was that her body was swaying back and forth. She tried to open her eyes but when she did, one of them remained closed. She slowly raised her hand to her face and whimpered when she felt her eye, which was swollen closed.
"Clary?" she heard someone say quietly. She flinched.
"Clary, please don't be scared, it's only me, Jon, you're safe Clare." Clary felt her body relax slightly. She realized that Jonathan was holding her in his arms, rocking back and forth; she looked up to see tears running down his cheeks.
"Clary, I was so scared," Jonathan said, his voice quivering, "I wish I had a stele that I could use to heal you.."
As soon as Jonathan said the word stele Clary sat up, her world spun for a moment. She felt Jonathan hold both of her arms to steady her and she reached into her boot. She let out a shaky breath when her fingers touched a hard object beside her calf.
Clary slowly pulled the stele out, flinching when she felt a sharp pain shoot up her broken arm. She rotated the stele in her hand, Jonathan looked at it in shock.
"It's not mine," she laughed, regretting it immediately when she realized at least half of her ribs were broken. "It's Jace's, I took it from him the night they found me. I hope he didn't mind."
"I'm sure he won't Clare-Bear," Jonathan said quietly.
"What makes you so sure?" Clary asked as she started to draw an iratze in her wrist. She stopped suddenly, and instead she drew it on the inside of her thigh, where Valentine wouldn't see it. She pulled her dress back down to hide it entirely.
"You talked about him, while you were asleep. Well, you mumbled. And you cried, a lot. At first I though you were having a nightmare, because you kept begging someone not to find you. I assumed it was Valentine. But then you said 'Jace' instead. You kept repeating yourself, 'don't come find me, don't come, please, don't come. I don't want you to come.' Then you started sobbing and that's when I really got worried; finally you woke up."
Clary sat for a moment, her dream playing over and over in her head. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it quickly.
"Why don't you want him to come find you?" Jonathan asked, pulling Clary out of her foggy mind.
"It's too dangerous, Valentine would kill him if he saw him, he almost did the night he took me." Clary shuddered at the memory of Jace's body, lying limp on the ground in the alley; she would have given anything to see him again, to hold him and thank him and kiss him.
Clary was once again pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a voice. This time it wasn't Jonathan's. She pushed the stele back into her boot, as far as it would go and quickly adjusted her dress again. Pangborn threw two small burlap sacs at her before slamming the doors shut again and leaving the siblings in the dark.
Clary opened the first bag slowly; a familiar scent came out of the bag causing her to smile. She pulled out a pair of black jeans, combat boots, a black tank top and a leather jacket. They were her mothers. She passed the other bag to her brother and disappeared to a corner to change into them.
She pulled the leather jacket on and immediately felt safer, and stronger. Clary felt as if her mother was right there with her. She stuffed her hands into the pockets when one of her fingers touched something cold; she pulled out a gold ring. Clary looked at it closely before slipping it on to her finger. She closed her eyes smiling and thought of her mother. She could have sworn she heard someone call her name but before she could register it, her stomach interrupted with a loud growl.
Clary walked over to her brother and saw that he had emptied the contents of the bag into his lap; two loaves of bread, a small block of cheese, a flask of water and a handful of jam packets. She sat down next to her brother and they stuffed their mouths hungrily.
