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Chapter 11

What lies beneath

"No way. Absolutely not." Jace shook his head vehemently as Clary held up the red horns and pitchfork. "No!"

"But Jace, you promised," she pouted. "You said when I forgave you that I got to pick whatever costume I wanted for you."

"Maybe you should reconsider. About forgiving me, I mean. I should probably stew for a while longer," he gave her a hopeful glance through his lashes. "At least until after this Halloween shit is over."

She giggled and smacked him lovingly on his chest. "Keep dreaming," she stated as she began searching for her own costume.

"Maybe I can get Qhuinn to change his mind about not killing me," he grumbled under his breath, "I would even settle for maiming at this point."

"I heard that," she called over her shoulder, laughing. Clary wandered off further into the store, hoping to find the perfect dress to go with her idea of a fallen angel. The wings weren´t a problem, she could always dye them black.

After thirty minutes of rummaging through the available options, she found a costume that would work. It wasn´t perfect, but after Izzy made some necessary changes to it, Clary was certain it would fulfill the vision she had in mind. She started to create a mental checklist in her head. Shorten the hem, remove the ruffles, change the cut of the bodice... Suddenly, she spotted Jace on the other side of the store checking out a naughty nurse costume. She rolled her eyes and smiled. Then hurrying to the register, she paid for her purchases before he could her what she´d bought.

It was unusually empty in the costume shop, especially with it being so close to Halloween. Perhaps the majority of people had already done their holiday shopping, she thought.

As she waited in line, Clary looked out the storefront windows and onto the busy street. She froze when she noticed Seb standing on the corner across from the costume shop. She squeezed her eyes shut and when she opened the again he was gone. Visibly shaking off the feelings of unease, she reprimanded herself.

You´re seeing things and acting crazy. Snap out of it already!

She paid for her items and strode over to Jace. "Ready to go?"

"Abso," he grinned and returned the horns and pitchforks with a heavy sigh of relief. He took her hand, all but dragging her out of the store. "Let's go."

"You know you have to go back for those, right?" Clary said, giggling.

Jace glared at her. "Why do I have to wear that? There´s not even enough there for it to be called a costume. Everyone will be staring at me like I´m some piece of meat."

"Cocky much?" she raised an eyebrow. "It goes with what I´m wearing, and no, I´m not telling you what that is. You have to wait and see, like everybody else."

"It better be fucking worth it," he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

She laced their fingers together. "I promise to make it up to you if you´re disappointed."

It had only been two days since the big confrontation and so far, so good. They were currently on their way to Taki's, which was just around the corner from the costume shop. They had plans to meet up with Qhuinn and Blay for an early dinner.

"Angel, you could be wearing a burlap sack and I would still think you´re the hottest girl around," Jace admitted.

Aww. "Just remember that," she winked and reached for the door handle.

"Clary, Jace," Tessa's soft voice was heard over the sound of the bell as they entered the diner. "Two visits in one week? You´re spoiling us."

"We´re meeting people," Jace said and took Clary's jacket and bag. "They should be here soon, we´ll wait to order until then."

"If you are referring to the two men who would give the Hulk an inferiority complex and are scaring away my customers just by the sheer size of them, they are over there," she pointed to the both in the back corner.

"That´s them," Clary rolled her eyes. "Thanks." The booths were wide, but not wide enough for the two men to sit next to each other. This forced Clary and Jace to sit opposite from one another, each next to one of the giants. Sliding down next to Qhuinn, she got a grateful kiss from Jace. "Tessa, this is my guardian Qhuinn and his partner…"

"Fiancé," Qhuinn corrected her.

Clary beamed at him "…his fiancé, Blay."

Tessa's smile was warm as she shook their hands. "I´ve heard so much about you from the kids. Thank you for taking care of our girl."

"She´s a handful alright," Qhuinn chuckled. "Can´t keep up with 'er. Ain´t that right, nalla?"

"Yeah, I don´t know how you do it," Clary giggled.

Taking his food seriously Qhuinn opened the menu, signaling that he was done talking and wanted to eat. "So, what´s good here?"

Tessa shrugged. "Everything."

"Okay," he closed the laminated menu and grinned. "I´ll have that then."

She looked at Clary, eyes widening and eyebrows raised as if to say 'He's kidding, right?'

Clary merely smiled. "You heard the man! I´ll just have my usual."

"Me, too," Jace said and reached out for Clary's hand over the table.

"I´ll have the bacon burger, a BLT with extra mayo, Buffalo wings, and the garlic-breaded mushrooms please," Blay said and handed everyone's menus to Tessa.

She shook her head incredulously as she wrote down their orders on her pad, "Will's head is going to explode when he hears this."

"Good," Jace murmured, but winced when Clary pinched him on the back of his hand.

"Don´t be stupid," she chided him. "You don´t mess with the one in charge of your food. Everyone knows that."

The slightly horrified look on his gorgeous features had her biting her cheek to keep from laughing. "Yeah, um…" Jace gulped loudly. "Send him my love, 'kay."

"I´ll be sure to do that," Tessa snickered and disappeared into the kitchen.

This time there wasn´t any noise from crashing pans before Will stormed through the kitchen door, an angry scowl on his face. "Who´s the fucker who thinks he´s a comedian? You order the whole menu and I´m gonna make you eat it. Even if I have to sit on you and force feed it to you," he sneered.

Qhuinn stood up with a lazy grin. "I´d love to see ya try…"

Will's eyes widened and his mouth fell open before he managed to compose himself. "Oh…you´re the one who…fine," he huffed, not completely over being angry. "But you better eat every last thing or I´m going to ban your giant ass."

Clary eyed him appreciatedly and Qhuinn looked just as impressed. They weren´t used to anyone getting over the size of him that fast.

"I like 'im," Qhuinn decided. "If he cooks as good as he talks we should have him cater our wedding."

Blay nodded, "Sure, why not?"

"Diner food for the reception?" Jace asked. "That sounds…kinda cool actually. Beats the hell out of the usual crap."

"True," Qhuinn grinned and reached out his fist, bumping it against Jace's when he did the same.

Clary frowned and looked at Blay. "Are you okay with that?"

He reached over the table and took one of Qhuinn's hands between the two of his. "I´m marrying the love of my life. He just called me his fiancé in front of a complete stranger. We could be serving raw chicken for all I care."

Qhuinn blinked repeatedly and Clary's chest tightened when she noticed the glistening shine in his mismatched eyes. "Right back at ya, babe," his voice rough with emotions.

Clary sniffed delicately, moved by the strong feelings the two men had for each other. She glanced across the table and was met with Jace's golden gaze. Her heart swelled when he mouthed 'I love you'. She leant over the table to give him a kiss and he met her halfway. "I love you, too," she whispered against his lips.

"None of that now," Qhuinn said gruffly. "This is a place where ya eat. Ya don´t mix food with pleasure. But I got no prob with mixin' pleasure with food," he wiggled his eyebrows.

Clary made a face and tried not to gag. "Ugh…don´t…please…"

"Don´t be like that, nalla. Now that ya ain´t a virgin no more ya should wanna know this shit. How to drive yo man to the brink…" he chuckled and winked at her. "Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, strawberry jam… Hell, anythin' that ya can lick off…certain body parts…" He paused and paled considerably. "Just make sure that it ain´t too hot or too cold. That shit can hurt."

She looked at Jace and almost smiled at his conflicted expression. As if he didn´t know whether to throw up or get turned on by the ideas Qhuinn put in their heads. Before she had the chance to consider how she felt about it, the food started arriving.

Clary took a bite out of her burger and chewed thoughtfully as she watched the others eat.

Jace ate slowly, savoring the taste of his meal. Blay started by first cutting up his burger in smaller bite-size pieces, as if he were in a fancy restaurant, before eating them with his fork. Lastly, there was Qhuinn who was digging into his meal with his usual enthusiasm. Looking as if he hadn´t seen food for days.

True to his word, he finished every last bite. Will even came out every now and then to make sure that he did.

Clary giggled at the look of utter shock on the married couple's faces when he patted his taunt stomach and claimed to have room for coffee and pie.

"A whole one or just a slice?" Will asked. "Never mind," he sighed, exasperated. "I´ll get one. I´m not giving you any choices, you´ll probably just ask for them all." He walked into the kitchen and returned with a pumpkin pie and a fork. "Here, knock yourself out," he turned to Blay. "Hope you can roll him out of here without my help, 'cause you ain´t getting it."

Qhuinn chuckled between the bites of the pie. "You´re a hoot. Ever catered a weddin'?"

"Nope," Will said, popping the p. "Whose wedding are we talking about?" To his credit he didn´t bat an eye when Qhuinn gestured between himself and Blay. "Sure, why the hell not. How many people are we talking about?"

"No more than thirty," Qhuinn said. "We´re goin' small."

"Uh-huh," Will scratched his neck. "Are there going to be more of your kind there?"

Clary's head snapped in his direction and she shot daggers from her eyes. "What do you mean by 'your kind'?" she spat.

"Chill, beautiful," Will held up his hands in front of him. "I meant their sizes. Are there going to be any more huge mofo's like them?"

Qhuinn grinned. "Maybe a few."

"Fuck," Will breathed. "I´ll just make enough food for two hundred then, how does that sound?"

"Perf," Qhuinn nodded, reaching out his beefy hand to shake Will's. "You and the missus are welcome to stay at the party. We´ll just hire some penguins so ya won´t be workin'."

"That´s very nice of you," said Tessa, who just walked over to their table. "When´s the big day?"

"New year's," Qhuinn's smile was radiant when he looked into Blay's eyes.

Clary and Jace had long since finished their meals and decided to head out. "I´ll see you at home," she said and received the usual kiss on the temple. "Jace has some shopping left."

Will snickered as Jace groaned.

They said their good byes and left Taki's hand in hand. She was happier than she´d ever been. Everything was great and she wouldn´t let anything ruin her good mood. Not even the eyes she felt burning in the back of her head as someone watched her from across the street.

Clary sat on a blanket underneath 'their' tree with Jace's head resting in her lap. She was absentmindedly playing with his golden blonde locks.

"What are you thinking about, Angel?" he asked softly.

She didn´t answer at first. She was too busy squinting, trying to make out the features of the white-haired boy on the other side of the field. Unfortunately, he was too far away.

"Angel?" Jace repeated and sat up.

"Huh?" she turned her attention back to her boyfriend, blush darkening her cheeks as she realized that he had been speaking to her.

He merely smiled and pushed a curl behind her ear. "I asked what you were thinking about. You always get the cutest little furrow right here," he kissed her between her brows, "when you´re deep in thought."

"Oh?" she said, slightly distracted. She looked across the field again, but the boy was nowhere in sight.

Am I going crazy?

Jace chuckled as she shook her head to clear it. "I´m just thinking about Friday," she lied shamelessly. "There´s only two days left and I worry that Iz won´t be able to get my dress done in time. She has her own costume to think about too."

"Well, I have it from good authority that she´s done with her own dress, so you don´t have to worry about that," his lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Clary was breathing heavily when she pulled away from him. "How much time until I have to get to class?"

Jace let out a throaty laugh, pulled her up into his lap and placed his hands on her hips. "Fifteen minutes. Not nearly enough time, so let's make it count."

She gasped when he nibbled on her bottom lip, but he didn´t deepen the kiss as she expected. Instead he sucked her lip into his mouth, making her moan quietly when he traced it with his tongue.

"Not fair," she tried saying, but it came out mostly as unintelligent mumble seeing that he was still holding her lip between his own. When he finally relented, his tongue lovingly caressing hers before she sucked it into her mouth. She was delighted to be rewarded with his low groan.

"You´re an evil woman," his accusation sounded only half-joking as she got up to go to her class fourteen minutes later. "C'mon, skip. Stay with me," he pleaded and tugged at her wrist to pull her back down on the blanket.

Clary laughed and shook her head. "Remember my big, badass guardian? Qhuinn would throw a fit that would make World War two seem like a minor disagreement. And he would probably kill you for talking me into cutting class."

Jace pouted adorably but she wasn´t relenting. With a last kiss goodbye she ran towards the school just as the bell sounded.

The halls were practically empty as Clary hurried to her locker to fetch the books she needed for her class. She cursed the fact that her classroom was located on the other side of the school as she sprinted down the now empty halls. Not watching were she was going, she was surprised when she ran straight in to a wall of muscle. Suddenly, big hands reached out and grasped her upper arms as if to steady her. When she looked up she gasped, Seb's dark eyes were penetrating into her own in an almost predatory way.

She frantically tried to pull away from him, but he merely tightened his grip, causing her to tremble with fear. Everything that Qhuinn had taught her about self-defense was lost as panic rose inside her.

Seb seemed to be undressing her with his eyes as he looked her up and down, an approving smirk toying at the corner of his mouth. "You´re a difficult girl to get alone, aren´t you?"

She swallowed loudly and opened her mouth to tell him to let her go, but her voice failed her.

He pushed his hips against her with a circular grinding motion causing all air to leave her lungs as she felt his erection against her stomach.

Clary placed trembling hands on his chest, trying to push him away from her, but he didn´t budge an inch.

Brushing her hair away from her neck with his nose he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, trailing sloppy kisses against her skin.

She felt hot tears fall down her cheeks. "Please…" she whispered brokenly.

A door slammed in the distance and suddenly they could hear voices approaching. She shuddered as she felt his cold lips against the shell of her ear. "Until next time, Pepper," then he released her and walked quickly in the other direction.

Clary never made it to class. Instead, she hid out in the library, struggling to get her shaky nerves under control.

She had her phone in her hand, but couldn´t make up her mind on who to call, or if she would call anyone at all.

After all, nothing had actually happened. Seb had scared her, sure, but she couldn´t go crying to people every time she got scared.

She scrolled down to Jace's number and stroked the screen as his smiling face appeared. Seb was his best friend. Did she have the right to interfere with that? She and Jace were in a good place right now, finally. What would happen between them if she told him that his friend was…what exactly? Stalking her? She didn´t have any proof of that so right now it would be his word against hers. Jace would probably just think she was crazy and just imagining things.

She sighed deeply and put her cell back in her pocket. She decided not to tell Jace, or Qhuinn for that matter. Her guardian would do something stupid and get himself in trouble. She couldn´t have that on her conscience.

As the end of class neared she snuck into the bathroom to wash away any remaining evidence that she´d been crying.

She felt calmer until she remembered that Seb was in P.E with her and Jace. She relaxed slightly as she realized he wouldn´t do anything with his friend there.

Staying in the locker room until she was the only one left, she quickly walked to the gym, not wanting to be caught anywhere alone again. Looking around she searched for Seb, but he never showed up.

Friday night couldn´t come fast enough for several reasons. First of all, Clary was desperate for a distraction from all thoughts of Seb. She hadn´t seen him since his disappearing act on Wednesday, but she had no doubt that he was still close by. The prickling sensation at the back of her neck served as proof of that.

She was currently standing in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door, admiring her costume. When she had described her vision to Izzy, her friend had nodded, hummed a bit, and declared that she knew exactly what changes needed to be done to make it perfect. The result was nothing like Clary had envisioned, but Izzy had been right, it was perfect.

The main part of the costume was made of rich velvet that sported a sweetheart neckline, providing a generous view of her cleavage. The background of the fabric was white, but swirls of black crisscrossed in a haphazard design over her breast and stomach. The skirt was little more than tattered pieces of black velvet bleeding into what used to be white velvet. It barely covered her crotch or ass and she smiled knowing that Jace would be torn between wishing she wasn´t wearing any underwear and hoping to God she was. The wings on the back of her costume were also black and white, but with a ripped and ragged look. Around her neck she wore a silver collar with a glimmering black stone in the middle and on her head a halo that would glow when under a black light. Topping off the outfit were her four inch black stilettos.

Izzy suddenly strode out of Clary´s bathroom in her Alice in Wonderland costume. She had taken a powdered blue, doll-like dress and changed it into something entirely different. The sleeves looked to have been ripped off, leaving her arms and shoulders bare. The hem of the dress seemed to have been cut off with a dull knife, complete with uneven edges and loose threads ending several inches above her knees. Spots of 'dirt' littered the blue dress as bobby pins in the same blue color helped to fasten her raven hair atop of her head. Her makeup was black eye shadow and eyeliner with dark red lipstick. Topping off her outfit, she wore knee high black combat boots. She looked amazing.

"Wow, Iz," Clary murmured in awe as she worked the flatiron through the last of her curly red hair. "You´re gorgeous. But I thought you were going as Alice…"

Izzy raised her arms in the air as she did a little twirl. "Can´t you see what I am? I´m Badass Alice. She came, she saw and she kicked some ass," she kicked her boot-clad foot high in the air to demonstrate.

Clary shook her head with a smile and applied grey shadow on her own lids with the tips of her fingers. A few swipes with the mascara brush and eyeliner and she was soon donning a smoky and mysterious look. Putting on a coat of clear gloss, her lips shined wet and luscious. "How do I look?" she asked and did her own little twirl.

"Super-hot," Izzy declared after a thorough examination. "Jace will drool all over you."

"I´m not really worried about that, he loves me in anything. It´s his costume I´m worried about. It wouldn´t surprise me if I slipped in my own drool and everybody else's," she frowned at the prospect.

Izzy clucked her tongue disapprovingly at her friend's glum thoughts and stood beside her in front of the mirror. "Look at us. We look hot. We´re going to rock our men's worlds tonight."

Clary couldn´t stop the grin of excitement from spreading across her lips. "Oh, yeah. Let's go get them."

The line outside of Pandemonium seemed like it went on forever, but with Hollywood working overtime as a bouncer for the evening, Clary and Izzy easily made it through. They met the angry objections from those still waiting in line with challenging glares of their own, quickly shutting them up.

Clary made the introductions and watched Izzy charm the older man as they signed in.

It had been Vs idea to have everyone show their IDs before having them write their names and costume down on a list. This would help ensure that any troublemakers would be found easily should a problem arise.

"How come you aren´t wearing a costume," Izzy asked him. "Even V is," she nodded at the man in question, who was sporting both a bandana and an eye patch. "Granted, not a very good one. But at least he made the effort."

Hollywood merely laughed. "Look at me," he gestured from his head down to his shit kicker clad feet. He was dressed in a black wife beater and a pair of distressed jeans. "This is far too pretty to be covered up with a mask or a costume of any kind," he winked at Clary.

"Meh," she shrugged, biting her lip to hide her smirk. "I´ve seen better."

He threw his head back and laughed so loud that most of the club goers stopped what they were doing and stared at him. "Remind me to tell Q to spring for glasses for you. You´re obviously losing your eyesight. From what I hear your taste in men sucks too."

"Phu-lease," Clary rolled her eyes. "You obviously haven´t seen him naked."

"Eww," Izzy scrunched her nose and Hollywood let out a noise somewhere between a choke and a laugh. "That´s my brother you´re talking about. Stop it."

He gave Izzy an apologetic smile, heavy on the charm. "Oh, he´s your brother? Sorry for offending you by implying that he is a giant ass."

"You didn´t," she laughed, unaffected by his flirting. "He is an ass. But they´re good together. It´s all about balance."

Clary shook her head at his antics. She knew that he didn´t mean anything by his flirting. It was just how he was. "Hollywood, sweetie. Let me remind you that Iz is my age. Can you say jailbait?"

"That´s okay, I can wait for her," he winked at them. "I haven´t given up on you yet, Lovely Red."

"You need to get yourself a woman," V called from his place at the door. "Leave the poor girls alone! What do you think Qhuinn would do to you if you laid one hand on her?"

Hollywood winced, imagining what would happen. "I´ll just let you two go to your dates. Have fun."

"You too," Clary smiled and pulled him down to her level, giving him a peck on his smooth cheek. "Be good."

She looked around for any sign of Jace or the guys when they entered the club area and spotted them almost immediately. Somehow they´d managed, probably with a little help from the owners, to get two tables close to each other.

Qhuinn and Blay had really gone all out in the spirit of Halloween. Spider webs, filled with plastic spiders hung from the ceiling, mechanical skeletons twisted in the corners, and caldrons billowing smoke were placed on the tables. The bartenders were zombies and they´d hired a Miley Cyrus look-alike to sing, going with the same scary theme.

As they neared the tables Clary saw the bimbos from the gym striding up to Jace. An angry scowl replaced her welcoming smile as she watched them put their hands on his naked chest. Only the discomfort in his body language calmed her down enough to keep from punching their perfect teeth in.

"Well hi there," her lips were tilted in a smile, but her eyes told a different story. If looks could kill there´d be nothing but a pile of silicone left of them. "If it isn´t Thing One and Thing Two. I see you have met Jace, my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend?" one of the bimbos laughed skeptically.

Clary sat down on Jace's lap and smiled triumphantly as he pulled her tight against him, his eyes glued to her cleavage. "Yes, my boyfriend. You should try to stay away from guys that are spoken for. Otherwise, one of these days you might find yourself needing another nose job."

"Are you threatening us? How dare you!" the other one spat and took a step closer to Clary, the ridicules bunny ears she was wearing wobbling on her head.

"Did you forget to dress up for Halloween?" Izzy asked, sounding bored.

"We are wearing costumes," Thing One said in her whiney voice. "Can´t you see that?" she gestured to the black corset that pushed her fake breasts up, almost to her chin, and then to her bunny ears. Then turning around she show them a fluffy white tail above her flat ass. Her sister wore the exact same thing. "We´re Playboy Bunnies."

"Huh," Izzy widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Would you look at that. I just saw two bleached blonde sluts, dressed as hookers, that looked like they had put their makeup on with a paint roller, so…no difference there."

Clary giggled at Izzy's very accurate insult, the other joined her in laughing as the two sisters stumbled off in their too high heels.

"Well, that was fun," Magnus spoke from the other table. He looked incredible. He was dressed as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from the Rocky Horror Picture Show and he fit the roll to a T, looking like he had showered in glitter as well.

"Looking good there," Izzy nodded approvingly. "Where have you hidden Rocky?"

"Sadly, the lovely Alexander refused to wear those delightful little golden shorts," he pouted.

"And aren´t we grateful for that," Simon piped in. He was dressed as Tim Burton's Mad Hatter, with the brown jacket, fiery red, curly wig, top hat with the wide reddish ribbon, colorful bow around his neck and…

"Simon, are you wearing makeup?" Clary asked, unnecessarily. His face was painted snow white with bright pink shadows on his cheekbones and around his eyes.

"Izzy forced me," he grumbled sullenly.

Clary laughed at his pained expression and turned to Alec, who was wearing a simple black button down and black jeans. "What are you supposed to be?"

He merely pointed at the name tag on his breast pocket that said 'God'.

Magnus wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulder and leant forward to give him a kiss, glitter raining down on the table. "Sugerlips and I have been watching old reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That Oz is quite the inspiration."

Jace snorted, drawing Clary's attention to him. "Hey, you´re not wearing your horns."

He made a face. "They were too tight. Made my head hurt."

She pouted, but smiled as he sucked her lip in between his teeth. He lifted her off his lap. "I´m going to get something to drink. Anyone want anything?"

She sat down on his vacated chair. "A Sprite, please."

"Can you get me a Coke?" Simon asked.

"Uh-huh. Be right back, Angel," he gave her a quick kiss and strode towards the bar. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared in the crowd, admiring how the light reflected off his naked skin.

While he was gone Qhuinn and Blay stopped by. Blay looked almost intimidating in his Viking get-up as Qhuinn merely stood there wearing a fur loin cloth and holding a big wooden club that she hoped was made of rubber. "What´re you dressed as?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"I´m a caveman," Qhuinn rolled his eyes, as if it should be obvious.

Clary snorted. "Yes, yes you are."

They stayed for only a few minutes, complimenting everyone on their outfits and left just as Jace returned from the bar with two glasses.

"Hey," Simon glared at him. "I asked you to get me a Coke."

"Ah, ah, ah," Jace snickered. "You didn´t say 'Simon says'."

Clary jumped to her feet gracefully, the wings fluttering behind her back. "You can have my Sprite," she offered Simon. "Jace and I are going dancing."

Jace left the pitchfork at the table and followed her willingly to the dance floor with his hand on the small of her back where he rubbed distracting circles with his thumb.

As they reached their destination he pulled her against his strong chest and placed his hands on her hips. Clary sighed happily and rested her head against his naked shoulder. It was a fast song, but the couple couldn´t care less as they swayed slowly to the music.

As they danced Jace steered her in to a quiet corner, making it possible to talk.

She leant back in his arms slightly, so she could look up at him. She smiled when she noticed that his eyes immediately traveled down to her cleavage. "Soooo," she drawled. "Are you disappointed?"

"Fuck yeah," he answered and pulled her hips closer to his own.

Clary frowned, visibly upset. "But…"

"I´m disappointed that you don´t need to make it up to me, because Angel, you are without a doubt the sexiest and most beautiful girl here."

She looked around them, at all of the people in the crowded club. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," he grinded against her and she shivered as she felt his erection. "Always."

Clary reached for his head, pulling im down to her level, and kissed him. "Take me home," her voice was husky with lust.

"Angel, we shouldn´t," he groaned. "We are taking it slow, remember."

She licked the outer shell of his ear and grinned slyly as he pushed his groin harder against her. "You know I´m a girl, right?"

He chuckled softly and slid his hand up to cup her breast. "I might´ve noticed that, yes."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you know what girls learn early on, when it comes to boys?"

"Nope."

"Anything but…"

"Okaaay," he gave her a puzzled look. "You´ve completely lost me."

She let out a throaty laugh. "Anything but sex."

Jace cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah? That sounds…interesting."

"Oh, I assure you," she licked her lips, "it is."

"Let´s go," Jace growled.

Her heart thudded hard in her chest with anticipation as she laced her fingers with his and hurried towards the exit.

They took Clary's car home. Jace had reluctantly left his keys with V at the door after several persuasive kisses from her, giving his siblings a way to get home on their own. He did make it clear that he was not happy about it; he didn't like anyone else driving his baby.

She had some trouble focusing on the drive home. Half the time she was sure that they would end up in a ditch somewhere along the road because Jace was taking full advantage of being in the passenger seat, giving her open mouthed kisses along her neck and squeezing her bare thigh.

She didn´t bother turning on the lights as they entered her house. Although she´d only lived there a short time, she knew it like the back of her hand.

"Stay close to me," she suggested to Jace. "I don´t want you to fall and break something important."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing his hard-on against her ass. "I was planning on it."

Clary stumbled on something lying on the floor just inside her bedroom door and would´ve fallen if Jace hadn´t been holding her. "What the…can you turn on the lights please."

She gasped in horror and squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again and stared at the wreckage.

Her desk chair was laid upside down in front of them, her mattress stripped bare, and the bed sheets torn to shreds. Her clothes were on the floor, ripped to pieces, and every drawing she´d ever made seemed to be scattered all over the room, now into the size of confetti.

"Angel? Angel!" Jace voice sounded frantic as he shook her by her shoulders.

"Oh my god, Jace," she sobbed, heartbroken. "Who would do such a thing?"

"Call Qhuinn, tell him to get home A.S.A.P.," he urged her gently out of the room, turning on the lights as he walked her to the living room and placed her on the couch. "Call him now, Angel. I´m calling the cops. We´re going to get to the bottom of this."

A/N: Did you see that coming? You did, didn´t you? Anyway… Lemme know what ya think =)