Jace howled like he'd just defeated an all-hell-break-loose situation. He laughed loudly, and then turned towards Clary as he veered the car down the street. She looked terrified, but he could see that there was a little madness and amusement in her eyes, as he was sure was mirrored in his. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she took a while to come out of an awed stare, then punched his shoulder, hard. "What the HELL do you think you were doing coming here?? We could have died!!"
"Ah, we didn't, and that's what's important."
"Why? What did you want to know from this?"
Jace sighed, he didn't think it was the right time to tell what he had predicted, worried he was going to frighten her, or any one else. A few days back, Magnus had informed him that Magnus' old tutor, a warlock from long ago, had worked for Valentine, and was deep in affection to the man. Of course, with affection comes revenge, and Magnus was asked to join him in another revolt to the Clave. Jace doubted that he actually had anything to fight with, and had come to his office in New York, but only to find his doubts abolished, and Forsaken chasing them.
He took another exasperated sigh, and told Clary the information he knew.
For a while, Clary looked confused and in pain. Valentine was a touchy subject for them, and would not have been discussing him lightly as a daily conversation. But his name had to come up, and Jace saw the old memories and pains boiling up in her eyes, and wish he could help in some way to make her feel better, only to find no way. Finally, Clary said, "So? We can just fight them, can't we? You can't possibly think that he has a big storage of forces, do you?"
"I didn't think so, but then again, those were his Forsaken chasing us just now." Jace he ran his fingers through his hair, "So, I really don't know."
They were quiet for a little while longer, then Clary suggested getting her mother and Luke back from Idris, where they were discussing the Clave's access to Clary's powers. Then inform the Clave about this warlock, Minoru, and allow them to send some more Shadowhunters to plump up the Conclave for a fight. Jace didn't fight against the idea, thinking maybe it'll have to be the best.
They pulled up towards a garden a block off from the Institute, just in case they were being followed, and got off the car to walk a little around to confuse the followers, if there were any, which Jace doubted.
The street was a little wet with dew from rain that poured down on their car as they drove here, but now it had lightened up to a drizzle. Clary came to stand by his side and gingerly took his hand, a gesture that made his heart jump ten times towards his throat. He smiled, more genuinely then if he were to smile to any one else. He loved her, there was no question about that.
There was a question, however, about how and why Jace's predictability had gone down to such a low state after Valenine's death. As they turned, they saw their Forsaken bounty-hunters, coming for a second round.
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