The first night she had the dream, Clary was sure it was just nerves. Running for ones life made anxieties emerge, and it wasn't crazy for them to follow her into sleep. Especially the fitfull, restless sleep she found on the cold, concrete floor of the abandoned shipping warehouse they tucked themselves away in. The city wasn't safe now that Valentine's soldiers patrolled the streets, and in the four days since they fled Alicante they hadn't seen a single downworlder. She didn't know if that meant they all ran when he took power, or if Valentine's dream to rid the world of what he saw as parasites had finally come true. Either way, it made her stomach clench and her heart ache. This was not the world she remembered, so she wasn't surprised fear and anger slipped into her dreams the few times she managed to get any sleep.

The dream started with a vast field, bathed in the light of a thousand stars. The moon was bright and full, casting its silvery rays across the grass in front of her. It caught and refracted off the drops of dew clinging to the green blanket of grass. They shone like tiny diamonds making the field sparkle and glimmer. Everything was so beautiful in this night time world. Mysterious, and dark, and fascinating. Then the world began to tremble.The diamonds of dew shook from the grass and pooled into a crack that was forming between her feet. The ground split beneath her, opening into a fissure that continued to spred. She screamed as she watched shrubs and clumps of ground fall away into the growing chasm. She couldn't see a bottom to the pit, only endless, cold darkness. Clary knew to her bones that if she fell in, nothing could bring her out again. She would be lost, falling away into an endless pit, trapped forever in the cold silence and fathomless dark. She struggled to jump to one side but the ground opened too quickly and soon she wouldn't be able to keep her footing. She felt herself tilting, slipping down one edge of the broken earth. She knew she was going to fall, knew there was nothing to grab onto, and with a pitiful sob of acceptance she closed her eyes. At least this way she wouldn't see it coming. Her foot slipped. She felt herself falling and reached out blindly at the last moment, unable to help herself. Her fingers grasped at air, but pressure closed around her wrist and stopped her fall.

Clary opened her eyes when the world remained suspended and weightless. She was stuck in a purgatory of vague sensation, unable to fall, and unsure if that was a good thing or not. Now she was trapped in a fog of dark smoke. It churned and billowed around her, slipping across her cheek in a soft caress. She flinched away from the touch, frightened of the shapeless blackness that surrounded her. It pressed in on all sides, but kept her suspended above the chasm, pushing in closer as she struggled to fan it away. She opened her mouth to cry out but it suddenly spilled down her throat, filling her lungs and seeping into her body from the inside. She felt the coldness of it spread like a virus, slowly infecting her. The more she fought, the faster the darkness pressed in, until she was drowning in it, blinded by the dense fog that now even pressed into her eyes.

Clary hadn't fallen into the pit, but she was slipping away regardless. The world was only darkness, she couldn't breathe or move. She was trapped, and suffocating, and terrified because there was a soft, insistent voice telling her it would never end. She let herself be engulfed by this cloud of darkness, and now it was too late. Now she couldn't even die, because it wouldn't let her.

She woke up with tears streaming down her face and the ratty sheet they found in a previously occupied section of the warehouse, tangled around her legs. Clary sat up to clutch her chest, hiccuping on a sob as her eyes darted around the room. It took a moment to remember the dirty, old office they broke into. The nest of a bed they created with packing peanuts and cardboard boxes and the single, ratty blanket someone before them left behind.

She did all of the work actually. Isabelle wasn't moving around much in her condition. A stolen steele and some healing runes had helped a bit. Some of her bruises were already shifting from angry black and purple, to the sickly yellow-green of healing. The rune only worked so fast however, and Izzy's broken bones were harder to heal. She tried not to turn her head when she looked around, and her arms remained loose at her sides unless she absolutely had to use them. Even then, it seemed like reflex and she instantly flinched back with a groan of pain. Brave, amazonic woman that she was, Izzy still walked and ran when she could manage it. She was doing better than Clary imagined possible, and it reminded her how she once looked up to Isabelle. Once she had seemed like a Valkyrie, powerful and beautiful. Clary envied her that strength of will. Her eye wasn't swollen shut anymore, but it was still heavily bruised, stretching from her inner eye back across her cheek into her hairline. Clary was curious what had formed such a large and strange bruise, but she never asked. It seemed better not to talk about it and Isabelle repayed the favor by not yet asking about Clary's own night of punishment. Most of their time had been spent in silence anyway.

The first two days were grueling. Clary helped Isabelle cross an entire city to get to its industrial district. There were enough empty buildings to hide in that they felt safe enough to rest for a moment. They needed to catch their breath and figure out what to do next. Isabelle sent a fire note off to their friends, saying they only needed to wait for a response. She'd had a small metal talisman sewn into the waist of her pants that the others hadn't found. She told Clary it was from Magnus and that he'd be able to track them with it once they knew they were free. That had been nearly a day ago, and Clary was losing patience. They couldn't stay in one place for too much longer, but they didnt exactly have anywhere else to go. The food she'd managed to steal for them was all but depleted now. If they didn't get help soon, they were going to run out of luck evading Valentine's loyal Shadowhunters.

"You were screaming again in your sleep." Isabelle startled her with the soft comment. Her voice was rough and hoarse after so many hours screaming under Valentine's torture, but she could talk again now. That at least was a plus. She watched Clary kick off the dirty sheet, partly to escape it and partly to feel the cool air on her skin. Clary was sweating and it had soaked into her shirt as she slept. Taking a deep breath to cool the lingering nerves from her dream, she nodded.

"Sorry. Another nightmare. It happens these days. Did I wake you up?"

Isabelle watched her a long moment. Her brow was deeply knit in concern, but she let it pass. "Not an issue. Someone needed to keep watch anyway."

Clary cursed under her breath. Consciousness was slowly melting the sleep from her brain and as it did she remembered she'd been the one who was supposed to be watching them. When had she even fallen alseep?

"I didn't mean to pass out. I don't even remember it."

"Clary, it's fine. The last few days have been intense, I get it. We're still fine." She started to lift her hand, like she was going to wave it off, but she flinched instead, sucking a harsh breath in through her teeth.

"Izzy!"

"It's ok." Her strained tone wasn't convincing, nor was the smile she pulled on for Clary's benefit. "I wasn't thinking. Just hurt."

Clary felt her chest tighen and the muscles along her shoulders and neck followed along. The anxiety of the last several days crept back over her as if it had never left. They were still on the run, still hiding in a city controlled by her father. Isabelle couldn't keep going, no matter how tough she wanted to seem. If they didn't get help, they were both screwed.

"We can't go on like this for much longer." It didn't need to be said. Isabelle knew the stakes, and she didn't want to go back to Valentine any more than Clary. It just felt better to say it out loud. It was better than standing there staring at Izzy like an idiot.

"I know," Isabelle looked at the ground a moment. She looked like she was going to say something else but she stopped and chewed on her bottom lip instead. Something in Clary's chest fluttered nervously, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Izzy didn't look happy. In fact, she looked like she wanted to cry.

"What's wrong?" There was no point in stalling. Clary didn't have any patience left anyway.

"Clary I..." she trailed off, starting to hang her head before her broken bones made her wince and go stiff again. "I want you to know how thankful I am that you saved me. Twice, actually. I saw your back when you were changing. You took a lot for doing what you did."

Another flutter passed through Clary's chest, but it wasn't entirely from fear. For just a moment her thoughts flashed to Jonathan, but she grit her teeth willing it away.

"I couldn't leave you there. You would have done the same thing."

"That's not important," she insisted. "You saved me, and it was brave and amazing and I still love you."

The desperation in her raspy voice made Clary's heart beat a little faster. She swallowed, frowing back at her friend.

"Isabelle, what's going on?"

The Shadowhunter closed her eyes, taking a slow breath in before she fixed a steady gaze on Clary. "While you were sleeping, I got a fire note from one of the others. They said they're going to try to send a small team into the city tonight. They should be here soon."

"That...That's amazing! Izzy that's great news! Why do you look so upset?"

"Because..." Her voice broke suddenly. "Because they want me to leave you behind."

All the air left the room for just a second and Clary felt her head start to spin. Her stomach felt like it dropped down into the floor, as if she'd just taken the first hill of a roller coaster. She tried to take a breath, but her lungs wouldn't expand. She was entirely frozen. Isabelle rushed to continue.

"It's absolutely out of the question, Clary! I'm not going to listen to them, I just wanted you to know before they got here. It's a misunderstanding. Some of these people have never met you. They don't know how much you hate Valentine. When I explain what happened-"

"They don't trust me anymore?" Clary cut her off with the hollow question. Her voice was soft and it wavered at the end. She was very still because she was sure if she moved, her body would crumble beneath her. Even if this man didn't know her, Luke did. Wouldn't he have been told about this before they responded? Wouldn't Alec know, and Magnus? So the man would have had to know who she was. They knew who she was, and they didn't want her to follow them. They thought she was a spy or that she would attack them once they took her to their base. It meant they thought Valentine had turned her to his cause.

The more she thought about it, the more it made terrifying sense from their perspective. He turned so many good people into monsters with his ideals. That was before he had the Mortal Cup. Now he was changing them to their core. He could force them to obey with the power of the cup, and threaten the rest with his collared witches and his demon son.

It wasn't even a secret that she lived with him. Stories of the family reuniting after Jocelyn's death had taken over Idris. They probably made it to the mundane world and the rebels hiding in it. How could they trust her when she spent so long with her father? When it was common knowledge that she went on patrols with her brother and dined with them like a family. She couldn't blame them for their suspicion. Unfortunately that didn't stop it from cutting her like a sword straight down into her heart. If she returned with Isabelle only to be thrown into a cell, would that be any better than what she was running from? What if they didn't give Isabelle time to explain and decided Clary was too big of a risk? Would her friends kill her after all this time? Had the world twisted so extremely that she was truly left alone in it? Had Jonathan been right when he claimed to be her only friend?

She pushed back the last thought the moment it came in disgust. Even now, she couldn't let herself believe that. It was worse than having nothing.

"They aren't thinking straight, Clary. I'll fix this." Isabelle's words sounded distant. Like she was hearing them through water. The world was drifting away as terror and sorrow clamored to suffocate her.

"Clary!" Isabelle was frowning when her eyes focused again. She almost looked afraid. "Listen to me. This is a mistake, ok? Things have been...it's been really bad since Valentine took over. A lot of people have died, and too many more have started killing for him to save themselves. Everyone is starting to lose hope and we're all paranoid, so just please don't panic. Trust me when I say we'll get this under control."

"Ok." She felt herself say the word but she didn't really know why she did it. This wasn't ok. This was her worst nightmare. This was what Valentine and Jonathan insisted would happen when they wanted to attack her feelings. The fact that they were right didn't just piss Clary off, it broke her heart. She had dreamed of seeing everyone again. Wished for it every day. Now she would finally get that wish, and they all thought she was a traitorous murderer. She wasn't sure there was anything worse than this feeling.

"We should maybe move closer to the door, since they're on the way. Seriously, this place is enormous and all of this land is just being wasted with abandoned buildings." Izzy was trying to lighten the mood, but neither of them smiled. "I just hope Magnus isn't too snobby when he sees the shape we're in. Now that he and Alex are an item he thinks he can trash my outfits. It's weird, I never thought I'd miss him teasing me. When they get here I'm going to give him the best broken hug I can manage."

"Should I put my hands up when they get here?" Clary didn't mean to say it, but it popped out regardless. Izzy flinched at the words, looking down though her broken collar bones prevented her from turning away.

"No." Her voice was flat, but Clary caught the doubt that flashed across her face. "Don't think about it too much Clary. It's going to be fine."

She wasn't sure where the anger came from, or why it blazed so suddenly hot in her chest. She felt her face darkening, and her mouth moving without her permission again.

"How can I think about anything else? I've been praying to get back to all of you, but now you're telling me I'm the enemy."

"That's not what I'm saying. Clary I-"

"What if they kill me Isabelle? What if Valentine's daughter is used the way he tried to use you?"

Isabelle sucked in a breath. "We would never torture you, Clary! No one is going to hurt you, do you understand? I just have to talk to Alec and Magnus. They'll understand when I tell them what happened."

"And what will you tell them?!" She cried out, shooting to her feet. Fear was giving her energy she hadn't had in days. She paced back and forth in front of Izzy, not caring that the poor girl couldn't possibly keep her in sight the whole time. "So you'll tell them you heard them say they were going to torture me and then I left the room?" She scoffed. "Yeah, solid proof. I'm sure they'll take your word. My back is practically healed too. Nothing to show them but red marks. They probably won't believe you."

"Clary..."

"Seriously!" She stopped fianlly to stare down at her friend. "You were being tortured Izzy! It's hard to focus through that. Maybe the testimony of a woman while she was being tortured is a little less than credible."

Isabelle was quiet for a moment, watching Clary with such sadness that it would have broken her heart if she weren't so angry. She raked a hand back through her hair and crossed her arms over her chest. It felt like she was holding herself together.

"That's not exactly true, Clary. I was in a lot of pain, but I remember most of it. When I said I would explain to them what happened, I didn't just mean when Jonathan took you away. I..." She trailed off a moment, closing her eyes to take a quick, deep breath. When she fixed her gaze back on Clary it was still so sad, but it was also deeply serious.

"I heard what you offered to Jonathan...to stop him from hurting me, and what he said when he rejected it. At the time, it didn't make any sense, and yes, I was a bit distracted, but I heard it. Since we left, I've been turning it over in my head, trying to understand it."

"Don't." The word just slipped out with the rest of the air in her lungs. Clary struggled a moment to get it back while Isabelle watched her, her brow knit with worry and irritation all at once.

"Don't shut down after you just freaked out on me about trust. What happened to you when Jonathan took you away?"

Clary thought about ignoring the question but just as quickly it was on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to let it out, just a little. Something horrible and confusing had happened to Clary and she didn't know how to begin to explain it. The beginning was easy, Isabelle had already guessed it. It was the other things, the things she wasn't even ready to admit to herself, that kept the words teetering on the edge of her tongue. Suddenly she didn't know how to say it, didnt know what she would do if Isabelle was disgusted. She shouldn't have been, but she was suddenly so nervous she felt herself shaking. Ever so slowly, she looked back at her friend and took a deep breath.

"Valentine told him to punish me, so he did. He's a good dog when he gets to have his own fun." Her voice was bitter and quick. It made Izzy pause a moment.

"How did he do it?"

"He whipped me."

Isabelle didn't seem convinced. "Is that all?"

Clary felt her chest tighten, strangling her lungs. "No he...No."

Isabelle let out low sound. It was too angry to be a sob, but the grief was clear enough. By the look on her face, she was wishing she could hit something. Probably Jonathan. "How could he get away with that? Why would he even...Is that the only time?"

Clary stared at the floor, not really sure she could bare to meet Isabelle's eyes. When she shook her head, it was jerky.

"After all that talk of principles and the betterment of our world, how could Valentine allow his own son to-"

"He doesn't know," Clary interrupted harshly. She still couldn't look up from the dirty floor. "Jonathan killed the only people who found out, and I'm not sure he would believe me if I tried to tell him. He doesn't listen to me about anything Jonathan does. I think he's afraid to show Jonathan any favor toward me, he wouldn't be able to control him anymore. He hates me, Isabelle. He blames me for my mom because she died trying to get us away from him."

"Oh Clary," Isabelle breathed into the silent warehouse. It seemed to echo back down like it was mocking her, but maybe it was just playing on repeat in her head. Maybe this was her panicking. Her heart was already pounding in her ears, roaring with her thoughts. Fears that this would not be the last time she had this conversation. Fears that Isabelle might learn the whole truth. The part where she had fucked Jonathan back. The brief moment when she had liked it, and the horror at what that meant about her. Suddenly she couldn't be in the same room with Isabelle.

"I'm going to go make sure the street's empty," she said finally, turning without a look back at her worried friend.

"Clary wait!"

"Just..." She shook her head. "Just give me a few minutes ok?"

Isabelle didn't answer, but Clary grabbed the steele and hurried out of the small, dilapidated office without giving her a chance to. She didn't want her to see the tears welling up into her eyes as she dashed from the warehouse. Her head was spinning and she needed the fresh air. She wasn't ready to deal with this. She wanted to tell Isabelle, but the reality of it was too much. She needed time to think. To force herself to think about what had happened.

Clary kicked a grimy, paper bag as she moved out of the building and onto the street. There was only one working street lamp on this side of the building. The far right corner of the warehouse and the street beyond were illuminated, but everything passed the first window was left in shadow. Clary and the door were a comfortable smudge in the night, and she stood there a moment staring up at the stars. If she could just shoot herself up into that sky, she wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Maybe she'd create a rune to give herself wings. Though, when she thought about it, a Greek guy tried it once and it hadn't worked out so well. She wouldn't be using wax, or flying into any suns, but she couldn't just escape. She didn't have anywhere to go. She didn't have anything. That thought was hitting her like a hammer the more she let it sink in. She wasn't used to having nothing. Even when she lived with Valentine, she haf the hope that she'd see her friends again. She had the plans for when she was free of her prison. Now she was loose in the city, and she had absolutely nowhere to go.

Something metallic clanged off the concrete to her left. Clary dropped down beside the building, pressing herself as close to the foundation and its blanket of shadow as she could. An empty beer can rolled out of the alley, tumbling off into the grass. Her eyes moved away from it to watch the corner of the building, staring so hard into the dark that her temple was pounding with the effort. She sucked in a shallow, quiet breath and just waited. It didn't take long.

At first she didn't see him. He was wearing all black, and he blended better in the dark than she did in her jeans. The knife strapped to his thigh was the first giveaway that he wasn't some wandering vagrant. The way he was scanning the street in front of him was another.

"Nice and stealthy. That was great." A soft, female voice followed him out of the alley. A second Shadowhunter moved to stand beside him when he scoffed. She was dressed in the same uniform of black leather, but at least three inches shorter than him. She poked him in the chest with a scowl, staring up into his face. "Aren't you supposed to be good at this?"

"Bite me Sara," the first one grunted. "I didn't see it. Shut up and help me search this shitty building."

"Ugh," she groaned dramatically and leaned into his shoulder. Clearly they were close. "This is so pointless. We should be chasing down the rebels with the others. Clarissa probably already ran off with them. That's the only reason they would have snuck into the city like that."

"We don't know they have reunited yet."

"Can't we just pretend we tried and go meet up with the others anyway?" She grinned cheekily but the man wasn't fazed.

"If you want to explain it to Jonathan, sure."

The woman groaned, throwing her hands up and walking back into the alley. "Fine!"

The man sighed and hurried after her. When they were both out of sight, Clary stood up. She looked up at the warehouse, where Izzy was laying helplessly inside, then back to the alley. Her heart was in her throat, pounding in her ears with her fear, but she took a breath and ran across the street. There wasn't much light until she reached the other side, but her steps were intentionally heavy and they would be able to hear them.

"Izzy, down that street!" The words bellowed out of her as she glanced back to the alley. The Shadowhunters were in the street again and the moment she made eye contact with the man he pitched forward and dashed after her. The woman followed after and Clary turned back to look where she was going. It was good that they both chased her. It meant they thought Isabelle was running with her. If she was lucky, they would keep thinking she ran even if they caught Clary. It wasn't a happy thought but she couldn't help it when she was listening to the heavy pounding footsteps behind her grow closer each second. She had to give it to him, the shadowhunter was fast as hell.

It was a funny feeling when Clary felt his arm snag around her waist and jerk her up off her feet. Wheb she left the ground it felt as if her stomach didn't follow, like going over the first hill of a roller coaster. She was flying for just a second before she crashed into the ground and the shadowhunter followed her down. His knee smacked down between her shoulder blades and he snatched her arm up, cranking it up behind her to pin tmher to the ground.

The woman skidded to a stop, glancing passed them down the alley as if she weren't sure if she should run after the target they had yet to see. Clary decided to sell it a little more, juwt in case.

"Run Izzy!" She screamed, hoping like hell the actual girl in the warehouse didn't hear her and try it. "Just keep going!" Hopefully it would be enough to clue her in while they chased a ghost down the street. In any case it made the woman grunt in irritation and dash off down the alley, pursuing a girl she'd never catch.

"Shut up." The shadowhunter above her growled and wrenched her arm up higher against her back. It made Clary groan as her shoulder ached in protest. "How is she even running? Claude brought Valentine water while she was in the dungeon. He saw what they did to her and there's no way she is even standing right now."

Clary didn't speak. She didn't know how to reply without making it worse. Thankfully he helped her out.

"What did you do?" He leaned down, pressing Clary into the pavement to get close enough to see her face. His eyes were blue and narrowed on her suspiciously. Like he was looking for her horns. "We've all heard about your special gift. Did you create a rune that healed her just like that? Can you really do that? Are you really part angel?"

Clary took a slow breath and met his eyes as evenly as she could manage from the pavement. "Which question would you like me to answer first?"

The shadowhunter scowled at her snipe then climbed off of her and dragged her along to her feet. He shoved her against the alley wall by the wrist he had yet to release his death grip on.

"None. It isn't important now. Jonathan will figure it out he gets here, I'm sure."

Clary felt her stomach drop again, sure she'd just gone pale. Thankfully it was dark and he couldn't see her clearly.

"Jonathan is coming?"

The shadowhunter snickered and nodded his head, leaning in against her to press her up against the wall.

"He was on his way to scout this sector anyway. He had the hunch to send men here when we cleared the rest of the city looking for you and the other traitor, Valentine just wanted him chasing those rebels more. I think we both know which one he's going to treat as a priority."

Something cold slithered through Clary's gut that made her freeze in place. What did he mean by that? Was he implying that Jonathan would ignore orders to come after her? Why did he know that? Maybe she was still raw from her talk with Izzy, but she didn't like the way he'd said that. It made no sense, but it made her feel like he knew something.

"You don't think he went after the rebels?" Clary asked tightly. "If they are so close, why would he ignore that?"

"Seriously?" The man scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You escaped with the best captive we have taken in over a year. He's not going to let you make a fool of him in front of your father. He's pissed it's taken this long, and I think we both know what happens when he loses his temper. Cory went missing after he went to follow your brother into the city, and Cory likes to talk back, so you do the math."

Clary bit her lip in thought staring at the ground while he rambled on beside her. If Jonathan was coming she couldn't stay here. She was still too close to the warehouse where Izzy was hopefully hidden inside. When he got here, he'd let some shadowhunters chase after Clary's lead, but he'd make sure to search everything around them as well. She needed to get them further away. If she could buy just a little more time, maybe the others would be able to find her and escape. At least Izzy would be ok.

She didn't think much passed that. Clary leaned forward and sank her teeth down into the hand gripping her wrist. Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was the shock at being bitten like a todler, but the man released her to shout. Clary was already barreling forward, knocking passed his shoulder to stumble across the alley. She hit the wall running and used the bricks to steer herself into the right direction in her frantic escape. Frankly she was lucky it worked at all, but that wasn't much comfort when he was already chasing behind her. She managed to make it down the next block when he finally caught her by the hair and jerked her to a stop.

"Seriously?" She snapped, turning a glare back at him.

"You bit me. I thought we were doing playground rules."

"Right," Clary flattened her palm and rammed it up into his jaw, snapping back his head. "Tag."

He cursed looking back down at her in shocked irritation but she had grabbed the knife strapped to his thigh while he was distracted. It sank into his neck with less resistance than she would have expected. He gagged at first, releasing her hair to clutch at the blood that gushed out of him as if he hoped to hold it in. Clary backed away, pushing down the guilt that bubbled up in her chest by telling herself she had no choice. She had to lead them away from Isabelle. That was all that mattered. This man worked for her father willingly anyway. How could she know he hadn't done worse to the innocent? She told herself she actually believed that as she dashed from the alley, but it didn't stop the guilt from spreading.

She made it into the light of a street lamp, scanning the road. She was about to move on when she heard a furious cry to her right and was suddenly slammed into. They both crashed to the hard pavement, scrambling to get up again. Sara, the shadowhunter from before slapped the knife from her hand, but before she could punch her, Clary rammed a knee up into her stomach and rolled up to her feet. Sara cursed hotly standing as well.

"You little bitch. You killed him!"

"I didn't have a choice," Clary felt the lie tightly in her chest but it didn't matter. Sara was unconvinced.

"Bullshit!" She seethed, settling down into a battle stance. "Where the hell is Isabelle Lightwood."

To that Clary forced a grim smile. "Long gone. She got out days ago. I just needed you to screw off so I could get your boyfriend alone."

Sara cried out in rage, swinging a punch that Clary dodged by centimeters. Before she'd recovered a kick landed in her side, knocking her a few steps over. She shook it off watching the furious shadowhunter swing again, but this time she managed to catch her arm, leading her around to slam her into the pavement. She kicked her in the stomach, and weirdly enough, this time there was no guilt. The knife was only a couple feet away, so she dashed for it, scooping it into her hand and spinning around just in time for Sara to grab her by the shoulders and drag her down to meet the knee she slammed into her chest. It hurt like crazy, nearly knocking the air from Clary's lungs, but fear for Izzy had her pushing passed it. She slashed the blade across Sara's arm and when the woman cursed and jerked back, she stabbed it forward into her shoulder. Sara screamed, shoving Clary back. She tried to jerk the dagger out but Clary caught her with a fust across her jaw, then another up beneath her chin the way she had gotten the big guy. Sara stumbled back, tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground on her backside. Clary didn't waste any time climbing on top of her. She grabbed her hair and smashed her head back into the pavement, disorienting her long enough to wrench the knofe out of her shoulder. Without hesitation she stabbed it down into Sara's ribs and the woman's eyes went wide. When Clary did it again she coughed out blood here eyes locked on Clary's face. She was going to do it a third time when those wide eyes shifted up over her shoulder and a hand closed around her wrist to twist the blade free.

"Now, I know you didn't learn that from your angel boy."

The voice froze her in place, like she'd just been dunked into a frozen lake. Her breath hitched as she turned back to look at Jonathan, staring back at her with his strange, black eyes. He wasn't smiling or pleased with himself as she expected. He simply stared at her, face empty and unreadable. His voice when he next spoke was flat. She hated that she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Hello little sister." The blade in his hand caught the light a moment before she saw the flat hilt sailing toward her head. The world went black in a flash of pain.