Jace POV
"its been an hour you'd think they'd be back by now." I said, I was starting to worry about the little red-head... wait what I had literarily only known her for a couple of hours.
As if on cue Clary and Jon pulled up in Clary's car. They walked in the door arguing in some language that sounded Russian.
"YA mogu pozabotit'sya o sebe dzhon" said Clary in an extremely sexy tone.
"ya prosto khochu , chtoby vy byli ostorozhny" Said Jon is voice softening.
"ya mog by upast' lyuboy iz vashikh druzey v INSTAND , yesli oni pytalis' vytashchit' chto-nibud" Clary finished storming off into the kitchen.
"ona budet smert' menya" Jon told us.
"You might want to speak English." Said Simon looking confused.
"I said She'll be the death of me." jon said raising his voice.
"bezotvetstvenno nemnogo ryvka" Clary said.
"Damn that's sexy." I muttered
"What was that?" JON ASKED FURROWING HIS EYEBROWS AT ME.