A/N
Hey,
I plan to make my chapters a bit longer but anyway enjoy this one. c:
I don't own anything except the plot...
CPOV
Clary woke up surrounded by a mountain of pillows, a duck down duvet and a scarlet red through. She gingerly stretched out her arms to gently feel pull at her muscles, she brushed her hand down a muscular body on the opposite side of the large super king size that was clearly that of a strong lean male. "Jace?" she whispered to the sleeping body voice hoarse from sleep. "Jonathan?" She spoke his full name louder as she reached further over to shake him gently. He moaned and tugged harder at the blankets in attempt to cover his face from the sunlight streaming in through a chink in the blinds. "Clarissa?" the masculine voice asked softly. Clary froze that wasn't Jace's voice.
She jumped up and flung all the bedding towards the figure and ran for the door. But Jonathan appeared there before her, she let out a sleepy cry of anger and frustration. She didn't know why she did it but she collapsed to the ground, on her knees sobbing. Clary thought she saw a raw emotion is her demonic brother's eyes but as soon as she had seen it, it had disappeared.
JPOV
Jonathan uncharacteristically pulled her into his arms, stroked her hair as she wailed into his shoulder. "Shhhh..." He tried. But she continued balled her now, puffy and red eyes out. Surly she shouldn't me this much Jonathan thought in confusion. Maybe I was wrong maybe it's better off to be able to love rather than be loved, he thought sadly of his incapability to love but maybe this girl in front of him could teach him.
CPOV
"Clary, can you tell me something?" She looked up at him through her tear coated eyelashes and nodded. "What does it feel like?" he whispered. "What does what feel like?" She snarled although he could hear curiosity edging her scornful words. "To love." At that point she stood up and came at him like a spitfire. "Is this some sort of sick and twisted joke to you?" Her voice coated in malice and anger. Jonathan replied with a much more intense and threatening cold, low and dangerous tone."Is this what I get for opening up to you, Little Sister?!" With that he spun around to face the now open door, slammed it shut in Clary's face and left without another word. Clary, once again wept.