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Clary POV.

"Demons," Jace whispered harshly in her ear.

Clary was suddenly aware of that comfortable weight above her, of how it was so warm and soft, almost like a blanket engulfing her in its fullest capacity. She felt his muscles enclose her in the small confined space behind the bush he'd just pushed them over. They tensed and contracted and confined and caged, but they also felt so nice and warm, so hard but still pliable, so defined yet incredibly soft. She wanted to lick her lips, to let out a moan and press her nose into his skin to see if it smelled like soap and male, to taste him and see if he was a good as he looked. His thighs were pressed against her own, and through Clary's tight pants she felt the scratchy denim of his jeans, and the rolls and dips and creases they created. But furthermore, she didn't know if it was imagination, didn't know if it was just the way she wanted them to feel, but she swear underneath that jean she could feel the contracting hard muscles of his thighs.

She could just imagine how strong his legs were, being a shadowhunter. She could imagine the way her own legs would feel wrapping around his hips, where Clary could feel a 'v' on his abdomen. Her calves would brush against his backside, probably just as muscular as the rest of him, and her heels would press into the flesh near the backs of his knees.

Her hands would run up that perfect, golden chest...

She shook her head and realized that in the dim lighting Jace was staring down at her, his eyes a flashing amber in the dark, damp space. The ground was seeping moisture into her sponge-like shirt, something she hadn't noticed before. Jace's curls were almost brown in the night, a background of dark green, almost black leaves, and brilliant white stars to outline its volume in a white-gold. Clary saw that his eyebrows were tilted, awaiting a response to something he must have said

She felt the one inelegant word spill from her already parted lips and hinder the silence hanging in the dim. "What?"

She felt his chuckle reverberate both of their bodies, his chest bouncing against hers distracting her for only a moment before she forced herself to focus. There were demons.

A problem.

"I said, there was a group of three kuri near the clearing down the path." his gaze on hers was intense."Easily killed, I've got a seraph blade, I was just caught off guard, I-I-you-we,"Jace trailed off but he just kept staring. And Clary felt as if she couldn't, shouldn't have stopped either.

In that moment Clary realized how fragile a gaze was; tears and heartbreak, love and death, sadness and rejoice, an eternity of emotions caught in one thing that could be broken in just a literal blink of an eye.

And once he'd blinked the gaze was gone.

"It's name is Laiziel." He handed her a glowing sword, the seraph blade.

"Where's yours?" she asked as he pulled out a small silver dagger, encrusted with red stones and engraved with a pattern of flying birds.

He turned and caught her gaze with a mischievous glint. "I don't have one." he smirked "Not that i need one anyways. I'm too good for heaven's rock. It's like I'm made of heaven myself" Clary knew he as joking but for some reason she remembered Jonathon.

"There was a boy and a girl an though the boy is lost, according to records, you are that girl"

But Jace was not the long lost angel boy.

And if he was what did that make them?

Not related.

Clary whispered the name of the seraph blade. "Laiziel." and then she hopped from the bushes, Jace in quick pursuit. She needed to get her mind off of things, and fighting was the perfect way to do it. Except when she and Jace prowled closer to the spider-like demons, hiding in the slim shadows and clustering their bodies together to become invisible. That didn't help her concentrate. Not one bit.

The demons stood in a circle, whispering hushed words like a broken telephone, and muting their grunts to chattering instead. It was secretive in the way that only demons could be, a mysterious clicking mixing with latin. Clary hung in the shadow of an old birch and unfortunately Jace followed, pressing his hard muscled chest against her spine and his thighs against her own. He was enjoying this. She not only sensed but...felt it.

"et ambulans... in silva,...magicis...Magn...Ane." the heave-like syllables brought Clary to the issues at hand.

"Mundanes in the forest?" Clary murmured to herself, automatically translating the words. Magicis. Magicis was magic. And...Ma-mag-magna..."Magic, Magnane?" She sounded aloud. Clary scrunched her brows tight trying to force a sensible solution to their problem from these words. Hidden in the shadows Clary didn't attack but waited for more.

"Magn...Ane...in omnibus pupillis...auxilium a were-lupas."

This was the distraction she needed, solving this puzzle. "Magnane, wards all over, helped a werewolf." Clary looked upwards in the shadow they lay still in, up into those burning gold depths."Jace..."her question trailed off.

How had she missed that before...

How had she missed the burning gold of his eyes like the licking flame of a fire. A ferocious fire as well. One that's core was made of the purest blue, an inferno.

Blue fire.

Magn Ane.

Wards.

Helping downwolders.

Mangnus Bane.

Clary almost jumped with overflowing joy. Magnus Bane visited once a year to renew the wards around the Morgenstern Manor, a very powerful warlock, and Clary knew where he live'd when visiting. Once they found Magnus Bane they could get a portal and get back to the Penhallow's. As well as formulate a plan. It was a three days journey to Magnus' cottage but that was better than the five day trek they'd have to take through the township.

And fortunately Clary saw the path leading to Magnus Bane's little old cabin, just behind the Kuri.

Which meant Clary got to murder some demons.

And release some tension.

Hopefully.

That night Clarissa stepped away from the shadows and into the light, ready to face whatever to get to Magnus.

To get to the Penhallow's.

To kill her brother.

She layered the grass her once tiny small feet had worn a path on in blood. Wearing that grass again but this time leaving a red stain behind.

She needed to find Magnus Bane.

Again sorry so short but I wanted to put a chapter up and I decided to quickly finish what would have been just one POV of a chapter and update. Review?

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