Her encounter with Jace was surprisingly dull. Despite the recent threats and whatnot, Jace was trying to be nice. It was so confusing for Clary; last time she saw him he was full of anger and a hatred for her, but this time he wasn't. For an hour they sat on the edge of the dock, drifting between awkward silences, and polite conversation. A little voice inside her head was telling her 'This is wrong Clary! He's evil, pure evil. He's only being nice to because he wants something.' And once again she ignored the nagging words, even after the numerous times the voice was annoyingly correct. But the truth was, Clary was still struggling to accept that this new Jace wasn't the one she grew up with. However, she could accept and acknowledge when he was lying to her, and he was then. Everything he said that hour was empty words and empty promises, falling onto death ears. His eyes were pleading, even begging, her to forgive him. But underneath it was the same cold stern look and Clary knew, sadly, that he was putting on the 'puppy dog' eyes. He was still bullshitting about how sorry he was, when Clary just stood up and silently walked away. She could him call after her, but he didn't follow her. It hurt her chest that he was faking everything, and as she walked away she felt like she was walking out of his life forever. If only.
11:59 The clock read, and still no sign of Jonathon. Clary was laid out across her bed sketching boredly in her drawing pad. She had long ago given up on him and decided to get into her PJs which were basically royal blue short shorts and a grey pull-over jumper, no bra to be seen. Her apartment was always too warm for her, and she constantly moaned about it as well. She had phoned Simon and updated him on the whole Jonathon/Jace situation as well as this new 'fairy character', as she called Magnus, who had magically appeared, no pun intended. Simon seemed happy to listen to him, and Clary thought it was only fair to listen to him tell her how amazing Star Wars is and how shitty Star Trek is.
Snapping her out of a daydream, there was a loud chapping on her window; Jonathon, face pressed against the glass staring at her with golden eyes. She gave out a small squeal of surprise before running to the window and opening it. "Jonathon, what the hell? Couldn't you just take the door instead of climbing up my drain pipes like bloody spider man?"
"I thought it looked more heroic actually." He replied, giving her a smirk. She stood still with confusing as he stared at her, then realising what she was wearing ran to her bed to cover herself in the blanket. For the god knows how many times that day, her cheeks were once again burning with embarrassment. Once again, Jonathon sent her a devilish smirk. "So what may I help you with, m'lady?"
"I need answers." This came out a lot more confident than she felt. It was the stubborn, I'm not going to move until you do as I say, Clary coming out.
"Fine." All of the teasing had gone out of his eyes, he was serious now. "A mundane is what we call humans. When I say we, I mean Shadowhunters, demons, etcetera." He paused to breath. "I will explain all of what they are, but right now we need to talk about 'Jace'. I believe, as does Magnus, that he is just a messenger. There is someone higher, controlling him and using him to get to you. We don't know who or why yet, but we will find out soon trust me."
"So, am I..ehh..am I a mundane?" Clary asked, trying to process what he had just said. Instead of answering her question, Jonathon ignored it and carried on. "There is another world surrounding you Clary. Werewolves, vampires, they exist. Demons are evil creatures that insist on killing who ever they want. That's where Shadowhunters come in, we kill them, and in the process save all of humanity... Go team Shadowhunters." The last sentence was thick with sarcasm, but it didn't matter. All of the information was just too much. The room around her seemed to spin and the last thing she saw was Jonathon peering down at her with golden worried eyes. Then it all went black.