“I love you, Clary.” 

No, this isn’t right. 

Things were different here. 

Things that weren’t supposed to be different. 

How could a girl like me be of interest of a guy like... him? How could it be possible? 

The girls on the train watch his every movement, the women on the streets holding up their phones when he walks by... he could have every girl he wants, and he chose... me? 

There had to be a catch! There had to be. 

And there was. 

Now I’d been standing here for... ages, holding this dagger in my hand, and staring down at the body lying beneath me. 

What have I become? 

“Clary,” Jace said. 

Oh, he’s calling me. It’s time to go. 

Though I don’t know where. 

***** 

Jace and Clary had overcome many things, living in the same institute, encountering each other in the hallways, and finally kissing under the leaves of the garden. 

But who expected that the most wanted criminal... Valentine Morgenstern happened to be Jace’s father? And of course, his son, Sebastian was also Jace’s brother. 

No, this isn’t right, is it? 

Or maybe it is.