"I told you! I told you!" Isabelle sang as she cleaned up the kitchen.

Clary rolled her eyes. "Look, for the last time, they were all being nice!"

"I wonder how she has all of them under her hand." Maia mused.

"Yeah, how did you do it, Clary?" Isabelle asked.

Clary shrugged. "I don't know!"

"Or maybe it's because she's the weakest." A voice came from the door.

The girls turned to see all four of the boys calmly standing at the door.

"What are you talking about?" Isabelle asked, clearly annoyed that they had been listening in, and knew exactly what they were talking about.

"Hey!" Clary added in.

"Sorry, Clary, but you know it's true. Both of them are way more experienced then you are. And they make sure that we know that we can't really control them, either. Clary just brings out the protective nature that's in every man when he sees a sweet little girl." Alec explained gently.

"Aww." Clary laughed. "But how did you guys know what we were talking about?"

"You really shouldn't talk so loud with a vampire and a werewolf in the house. We knew how the conversation was going even before you guys did." Simon grinned smugly.

Clary rolled her eyes.

"Clary, we're home!" There was a call from the front door.

"Oh! Mom and Luke!" Clary jumped up guiltily. "Wait, Mom! Don't come in!"

With a mad dash, she ran to clean up the kitchen, so that it was in a somewhat presentable sight.

Jocelyn, Maryse, Robert, and Luke entered, looking extremely disheveled and tired.

"There are demons out by the park near here. We ran into them. I wouldn't recommend going after them; they're very tough-" Luke broke off, as all of the teenagers flew past him to get to the door.

"Never mind." Robert grumbled. "Just go hurl yourselves into danger again."