So, thank you sooo much for reviews and follows and favourites. They always make. My day. Anyways, please review. I really want to get above 60 because I'm literally 1 away and I LOVE your feedback. U guys are the best. Thanks, F,F,&R! Like I said this ones going to be mainly Clary.

He was sleeping in the room next to her.

Now that Clary wasn't hiding in the attic she'd gotten an actual bedroom.

With a bed.

A bed.

Clary hadn't slept on a bed in days, almost a week. And though she'd gone longer without them, such a simple thing like a bed was astronomically relieving.

That is if he wasn't right beside her.

After Clary had relaxed she'd found Sebastian had gone without punishment and everyone pretended to believe his story, and what a terrible story it had turned out to be. Clary was depicted as a monster, leading him on, kissing him, loving him, being with him, and finally ripping his heart out when she left him. And he was just a broken boy with an equally broken heart.

Yah right.

It was unbearable, knowing he could do practically anything to her. Unfathomable knowing he could kill her in her sleep. Horrifyingly mind-boggling that the man who was once her love and her personal Satan was just a slim piece of drywall away.

It was killing her slowly, like he always has, from the inside out.

Clary was pulled out of her thoughts as the door to her room creaked open. Clary held her breath and suddenly it was like she was back in the Morgenstern Manor, always thinking 'is it him?'

Dim light spilled onto cherry wood floors and his black head glinted as the firelight next to her reflected off of a clean gleam. He was handsome, freshly showered and yet he was something evil. She flinched as the door clicked shut with a soft sound. It sounded like a bang.

"How did it go?" she murmured quietly, knowing if she didn't say it she'd be hurt.

"Fine," his clear, loud voice rang out. He looked over at her, those velvety eyes she used to love so much now the eyes she hated to see. Sebastian turned back around and stripped off his black shirt-slightly flecked with blood. His muscles stretched and morphed under his skin like moving snakes as his arms lifted into his sky. Clary'd always thought how something so beautiful could become something so atrocious. "You know," he said over his shoulder as he picked at his hand. His eyes flicked upwards. "I don't really like the way you're talking to me."

Clary felt panic shoot through her throat to land and pool in her stomach. The next time she talked she made sure her voice was loud and precise. "I'm sorry Seb."

"Come here." It was a demand, an order. Something she must obey.

She crawled out of the bed she'd been resting in. Slowly she moved towards him, sliding her hands across the front of his chest like he'd always used to like. Today it made him even angrier. His arm shot out, knocking her hand so hard it slammed into her chest and made her lose her breath. "Did I say touch me?" he hissed.

In this bedroom she was his slave, there to fufil his need and be beaten bloody to take a command. Where they were alone, she was his and his only. And that gave him the right to do what he did next. With a flick of his wrist he knocked her to the floor, and the same hand smashed into her face leaving a white flash to blind her. He crouched beside her and squeezed his hands around her head lifting her; a dangling her body from that one sole point. The pressure increased as he rattled on about respecting her and Clary had become lightheaded, an airy feeling clogging her brain.

He dropped her to the ground.

"Please," she whispered. "Sebastian, please! This isn't you!"

Tears were streaming down her face as he crouched beside her again, his body just a silhouette in the dim light.

"Please stop. Please!"

"Clary, clary, clary...

Clary!" Her bright eyes shot open and met equally bright gold ones. "Clary,"Jace whispered, a horrified expression plastered on his face. Clary felt around her, blankets a messy knot of fabric and pillows knocked astray but she was in her new room non-the-less. A groggy feeling overcame her.

Had she fallen asleep? No. Not that quickly. She was wide awake before the door opened. She couldn't have and yet...the fogginess pf her mind told her she had.

Clary swallowed. She hadn't had a Memory Lapse for a year. And now were they starting again?

Clary had had Memory Lapses her whole life, temporarily impaired when she first met Sebastian and yet when he...changed... they grew to new strengths. They'd always stemmed off of bad memories and once the memory started it knocked her unconscious and swallowed her mind whole, forcing her to relive it over and over again. She couldn't start having them now. Especially the one that haunted her the most, the worst memory she'd ever encountered, when-

"Clary!" her thoughts were cut off as Jace spoke once again. "Clary what-who-" he took a deep breath and struggled with the next sentence. "Who is he, really?"

There was a pained expression on his face as he voiced the question, Clary felt it infest her own facial features. "I-I-I d-don't like to talk about-t-t it." She took a breath to steady her voice.

Jace narrowed his eyebrows. "Clary, you know this might be potentially putting my whole family and the Penhallow's at risk, right?"

Damn him. How did he know what made her tick. As guilt invaded her conscience she spoke hesitantly. "He was captured. Most of the people in our village weren't actually born there." she started. Jace moved in a little closer as she sat up among the blankets. But it didn't feel as if he was invading her space. Clary remembered the psychotic feeling of connection between them and despite her need for isolation it lingered between them. She pushed it away. That was one thing she did not need right now. A second confusing relationship. "But Sebastian was different from all the other slaves. I found out later that he'd convinced my Father he wanted to be there...it's so confusing. You see, i was treated like...like mundane's treat royalty. My Father was the king and i was his little princess. So i wasn't supposed to even...talk to Seb."

Clary remembered the day that Valentine found out about their relationship. He'd poisoned her food, knocked her unconscious and put her in a Ravener pit. Drastic, she knew, but image was everything to him. She told Jace about their relationship, their secret meetings, all the while feeling increasingly awkward and uncomfortable, as if Jace shouldn't want to hear about her past relationships, or the gory details of her dates. She marked it off as a privacy thing she had to deal with.

"And so after about a month of being separated he showed up at our doorstep. And i didn't..i could never have guessed what happened. But Valent-my Father, had been okay with him at the house. Life was perfect for me. And then, Sebastian had hit me. It was usually worse after he'd had meetings with my Father and brother. You see, they'd always slip him a little more poison to keep him corrupted, to keep him sane. He would have gone crazy without it. But it just got worse. And then when I turned...I had to..." Clary shook her head. "My dad forced me to marry him. We were engaged when I left but I didn't- I don't love him anymore. He's just a shell."

Jace took it all in. "Wait," he said. "Would he go crazy now if he didn't have the poison daily?"

Clary's eyes widened. She never thought of that.

"Okay" Jace said. "Obviously it could be a possibility judging by your facial expression, but what exactly would that entail?"

"Entail?" Clary asked confused. Why did it matter if he went crazy. After her story he was even daring to think about still keeping him here? She asked him so.

"I'll talk to the Penhallow's and my siblings. But in the morning. We need to sort out...a lot first."

Clary nodded and cleared her throat. "Why were you in here anyways?"

Jace glowered, his old sarcastic self back. "Oh, the Clave member contaminated my bedroom."

"Contaminated?"

He looked at her and rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean, the Clave has lies following them like a dust trail, I have never lied in my life. Contamination of my innocence. I needed a place to sleep. I offered your room generously sister, so if you don't mine scooching over?" he raised golden eyebrows and nestled himself into the bed with her.

His arm brushed against her, his hip bumping her own as he shuffled to get comfortable. The length of his leg ran the length of her own. It was skin on skin. And the places they made contact scorched her own skin with passion. She closed her eyes and made a decision. It wasn't just to make him sleep on the floor. Though why he slept so close on a king-sized bed? Clary told herself that the quaking in her stomach was due to annoyance.

"Turn the lamp off." were her last words before she was dead to the world, lost in a dreamless sleep. It was one of the best sleeps she'd ever experienced in her life.

Her terrors chased away.

Carla POV.

She'd heard the drip of a water leak, smelled the humidity before it engulfed her lungs, tasted the dank air on her tongue and new she was in a cellar. Though why she was she had no idea.

Opening her eyes she realized she was not mistaken. Around her were the tell-tale wooden crisscrossed racks that signified wine storage, but the smooth alcohol was nowhere in sight. Blankets and tarps were nestled into the space where wine should have been, a mix matched array of safety supplies and medical equipment reigned in the spaces as well.

Looking down Carla found she was laid out flat on a surgical table, the wound she previously had was stitched on her side and the bruises were still apparent on her pale skin. She was momentarily confused as to why she hadn't had an iratze, then she realized why.

Her hero thought she was mundane. So she had to act mundane. She almost groaned out loud.

That meant she had to heal like a mundane. Carla weakly got to her feat and moved towards the cracked wooden door in the corner. Slowly she creaked it open.

Outside there looked to be a meeting. Almost 30 people were gathered around the table, all looking beat, and bloody, and worn, and like a slave. Her savior stood at the head of the group, his blonde head catching the dim filtered light coming from what looked to be a flashlight strung from the roof. He was talking in a commanding voice. "I think it's time to act. They're split up, the girl is gone an-"

He was cut off by a middle aged woman with an apron and a lopsided smudged white cap. Her hands were raw, red and blistered as she waved them for emphasis. "But he is not here. I wanted him gone the most." People around her murmured in agreement and she smugly smirked.

"Yes but Jonathon is gone and-" he was cut off again, this time by a tall and thin man.

"The girl was hurt. Terribly. He went out of line. We should wait for him to come back and-"

This time it was her fault they all paused. Carla had gasped. They were talking about her. And Jonathon. And Clarissa Morgenstern. And Sebastian.

Her savior walked small steps towards her. "You're awake!" he exclaimed. "That's amazing, you shouldn't have been able to heal so quickly with all you went through!"

"Tough bones," an old man said softly. His wise gray eyes studied her until she felt thoroughly exposed; as if SHADOWHUNTER was branded on her forehead.

The crowd gathered once again, circling her and the blue-eyed man's forms. They watched with greedy eyes clinging to her lips as she whispered "Who are you?"

The hero answer. "Jack Blythe. And this, well, this is only a fraction of us, but, well-" he was cut off yet another time.

It was the woman who spoke previously. "This is The Resistance, and we aim to attack in the next week."

So, a lot of talking in Clary's part but i really need to do that to fully explain the backstory, create a little mystery, and of course, make it an actual discovery for Clary and Jace as they discover each other.

That sounded kinda cheesy.

Anyway I'd love if i got at least 2 reviews because i want to know if you like where this story is going to go. Hopefully you like it and the next one is hopefully going to be more interesting.

Also what do you think is going to happen at the Penhallow's? Will Carla join The Resistance even though she's not a mundane?

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