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Maybe she wasn’t exactly listening, Clary was more concerned by the fact that he was like dying or something, he was hurt and she knew that because he was grabbing him like it hurts and also with the way how he was clenching his teeth “I was looking for Valentine and you” She told him without caring what he was going to say to her because at the end, that was true and right now, his condition was the most important thing right now. The girl couldn’t help but grabbing him by his sides to help him to be up “You need to sit down and you need to tell me what happened, you look awful, Jace”

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Clary was right, of course. He could hardly believe that there was once a day where he even slightly doubted her. It hurt to move, but his stubborn nature prevailed. He leaned into Clary, one arm slung around her shoulders as she was burdened with some of his body weight. The room he’d been given was just a few feet ahead. They could get there together. “You ran away from The Institute?” he questioned, wincing as his wound began to throb. Okay, it was getting really bad. “What about Alec — “ he felt another stab of pain; this one, however, was only brought on by the reminder of his betrayed parabatai, “ — and Izzy? And your mother?” Her mother. Not his. The thought might be comforting if it actually changed anything.

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“Something feels off about this place...”

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Okay, this was the third night that she just couldn’t sleep. It was really annoying but she can’t sleep knowing that maybe Jace was in danger, that Valentine has the cup and that now everything was a real mess. She needed to do something but first, she was going to the corridors of that hotel and maybe with a walk, she can calm herself a bit but just in case, because they had an homice here and she needed to be prepare, she was holding her Seraph Blade, was the first weapon that she learned how to use. Everything was so quite, it feels good but at the same time was a bit creepy, this silence was always the start for a big storm. Her point was there when someone placed a glowing dagger in her throat and she did the same, only that in that person’s chest, without cutting him, just placing it there to know who that person was. However, glowing dagger? That was a shadowhunter’s weapon, when Clary looked up at that person’s eyes, she saw him. Jace. How he was here? He looks really awful, he was hurt maybe? Yeah, he was for his aspect “Jace..” When Clary realized that it was him, she put her weapon down “Damn it, you scared me. What are you doing here?”

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Jace opened his mouth to answer, but choked on a breath and coughed. That voice, those eyes, the glowing seraph blade. He’d recognize her anywhere. “Clary...” His dagger fell, clattering to the carpeted hotel floor. He didn’t retrieve it. "What are you doing here?” A volatile mixture of emotions seized him, tearing into his meticulously constructed composure with prejudice. He willed them away, blinking hard as his brows knit together. “You shouldn’t be out in the open like this. It’s not — “ Jace clapped a hand over the wound in his side, clutching it as if doing so would stop the excruciating spread of demon venom. “ — It’s not safe out here. You know that.” The stern edge of his words was likely dulled by his clenched teeth and sharp intake of breath as his fingers experimentally prodded the wound. It was getting worse; he couldn’t care less.

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Thud. Thud. Thud. His every labored step was not exactly loud, but audible nonetheless. He cringed. His soundless rune would normally eradicate such a problem, but the demon venom crawling through his veins was not doing so gently. He needed some kind of potion or spell or something. The ugly, gaping wound in his torso was really becoming a nuisance. Oh well. Complaining about it wasn’t going to accomplish anything; moving was. Alas, he needed rest. And with so many dangerous factions hunting him, it was crucial that he remain hidden. Checking into some posh Parisian hotel felt like a silly waste of time, but his options were extremely limited. Being out in the open was too dangerous. Weak and weary but still alert and deadly, he crept through the endless, empty hotel corridors with his seraph dagger raised (carrying a larger weapon whilst in his condition would just be foolish. He needed to save his strength; easier said than done.) Gaze focused straight ahead, it was impossible for him to miss the small, dark figure looming in the shadows. He exhaled silently and in one swift motion, held his glowing dagger to the stranger’s throat.