Valentine was gone, vanished once again, but Jace was left behind with the secret of his blood, left to he mercy of the clave. No one seemed quite sure what to do with him, beyond stripping him of his weapons and forbidding him to leave the institute. He wasn’t sure why they hadn’t just executed him yet, but he had a feeling it had to do with Lydia and Izzys combined efforts. At this point, Jace was just trying to avoid as many people as possible while they waited to see wether the axe hanging over his head would fall. It was nearly two am when he emerged from his room in search of the kitchen, looking for food that was actually edible, since Izzy had decided to cook for him that day. At the sight of a distinctive flash of orange hair, he froze, pausing as he tried to weigh his hunger against the safety of the cell like room they had put him in.
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