It had been seven days, seven whole days and still no sign of Clary. I had been spending nights at Magnus' loft and been working with him to find a magical way of locating her. Everyone else had given up except him which I wanted to question at first but then decided I cared more about finding Clary than motives. It was midnight and I couldn't sleep, it was an unusually hot night for fall weather and I wondered for the millionth time if Clary was okay, was she scared? I had concluded that she had to be taken, by who? I didn't know but she couldn't be dead, she had to be alive still. I tried to track her again. I had taken one of her bracelets that I had seen her wear all the time, I wasn't actually sure why it was off of her wrist, as I was pretty sure her mother had given it to her for her sixteenth birthday. As far as I knew, she never took it off except for training but only because I told her it would break and then she would be sad over such a mundane piece of fragile silver. An adamant bracelet like Iz's would be more efficient. God was I a jerk to her, and now she was missing, all because I let her walk through those doors. I had it chained around my right wrist and would concentrate every few minutes in hopes to find her. I was exhausting myself but I knew I was the only one still looking for her besides Magnus who was currently snoring in his king size bed so I had to try.
I sat up and huffed in frustration, still I couldn't reach her, I made my way to the window and looked down below at the millions of mundanes going about their mundane life. It was a saturday night and everyone was out drinking, taking in the last of the nice weather before the snow came. I had tried looking for Jace also, after a few days of not finding Clary but he also came up with nothing not that I cared too much. He was a big boy and I was disappointed that after the love Clary gave him, that he would throw it away like that. I had always been secretly jealous of the love Clary had only for him, that someone so mundane, so small could feel such passion. I had always been taught to burry my emotions deep down, they only distract or cloud judgment.
I stared into my reflection in the window, deep into my eyes, took a deep breath and tried again. My eyes flew open after a few seconds in shock, I could feel her, faintly. She was alive, I couldn't track her but I could feel her. I had only felt this way once before, when I tried to track my parents in Alicante across their protective barrier. I ran to Magnus' room while stumbling over my feet in hope. "Magnus, I can feel her, she's in Alicante, get up!"