Jace's POV
Holding this fire haired girl I'm my arms as she slept quietly yet fitfully, side of her head pushed up against my arm, I wondered (not for the fist time), what she was doing to me. Slowly and carefully I laid her down on the small thin mattress that used to be mine when I was really little. As I put her down I felt her ribs. They were protruding sharply from the sides of her chest, one of them had an odd shape as if once broken and not set in line.
I felt anger at whoever did this and from what Maryse said, it was her mother! What sort of person, sort of parent, would let this happen? Although I had a raging fire of hate burning inside me, I managed to place the patched up blanket over her, carefully tucking it in around her small bony shoulders.
Reaching the door, thinking about how thin and broken she seemed, I heard a small mumble of pain filled words most of which I couldn't hear properly. I couldn't leave her after what she said!
After grabbing a couple of chairs from the table in the kitchen, a blanket from my room and my book, I headed back to Clary's room to stand guard over her until that whorl wind of beauty woke up. Before long, after five chapters maybe, I started falling asleep. One last look at the girl sleeping, I wondered if, maybe, I was falling too fast.
Falling for her.