Fear

Uncomfortable Requests

Chapter 20- Uncomfortable Requests.

Clary POV

As I walk into the room, the corners of his lips curl up in a smirk; eyeing my figure in the dress. "Clarissa," he exclaims, opening his arms in a supposedly welcoming gesture. Instead, I remain standing still watching him steadily. "Did you receive my note?" he questions, moving so that he blocks my most direct way to the bed (and the jacket on top of it).

Instead of reacting the way he would have once expected of me, I look him steadily in the eye and answer evenly, "I do not belong to you, Sebastian. I belong to no one."

"Do you belong to Jace?" he says simply, looking at me through his silver eyelashes.

"What? No!" I exclaim, suddenly taken back. "Why are you even here? You sent Ashley to bring Jace to you so that you could speak with him. So, considering that it's been over an hour since he left; I would assume that you have finished speaking with Jace."

Watching my demonic brother steadily, I edge my way along the wall in the hope that- somehow- I would be able to reach Jace's leather jacket. Sebastian raises his eyebrows at me, urging for me to continue. And I do: "So where is he, then? Jace, I mean."

"I assure you, little sister, that your Jace is fine. You needn't worry," Sebastian says gently; as if he were soothing a child who had been separated from his mother at the grocery store.

"He isn't my Jace," I blurt out automatically. I quickly correct my minor mistake: "Besides, I wasn't fretting, I was just... questioning you about his well-being."

I feel my brother's soulless eyes rake my body; studying the way in which the bodice accents (creates really) my curves. I feel his hungry eyes slip to the front of my dress where the pale skin of my chest is on display and my snow-white shoulders- covered in what I classify as birthmarks- feel naked without the comfort of my jacket.

"You ask a lot of questions, Clarissa," Sebastian mutters mindlessly- still not finished studying my body. Self-consciously, I wrap my arms around my waist, but upon realising that it only makes more skin visible, I hastily drop them to my sides.

A small smile curves onto Sebastian's lips as he continues, "I suppose you got that from Jocelyn; it certainly wasn't Valentine."

Suddenly, I am not sure whether he was expanding on his latest statement or talking about my body.

"If all you brought me here was to stare at my body in a short dress, you should have just kidnapped a mannequin; they have them in all clothes stores, you know," I hiss venomously.

Sebastian steps back in shock, startled by my seemingly unprovoked outburst. Confused, I look down at where had drawn the predictability rune the previous day. It is faded to nothing but a silver scar.

"I did not bring you here just for that," he laughs. "I suppose you read my letter."

"I did," I nod steadily.

"And do you have anything to hand me?" he asks, moving to hover right in front of me. Warning me of possible danger, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "A note or rune of any sort?"

"Not yet," I reply, trying to take a step back but succeeding only at bashing into the wall behind me, "but I will have it soon."

I feel Sebastian's warm breath on my face to look up at him towering over me.

"Good," he says stiffly. He turns and struts toward the wooden door on the opposite side of the room. He yanks it open before turning to face me once again. "Oh, and don't tell Herondale about our meeting," he pauses for a moment, "or about the rune: he can't know about your gift."

"Just please don't hurt him," I stupidly blurt out. I deeply exhale and under my breath I mutter, "By the Angel, Clary."

I see a small spark of something in Sebastian's eyes- shock or possibly anger- before he continues to stalk through the door and disappears into the black tunnels.

I quickly inhale as a nervous shiver trails down my spine. I lift Jace's leather jacket off the bed and slide my arms into it. It feels warm- as if it has been permanently heated by Jace- and smells of Jace; of lemon and strong, yet sweet, cologne.

I zip the jacket up to my neck and walk across the room before throwing myself into the white chair that faces the desk. I pull over a pile of paper, pick up the pencil and prepare to draw.

A/N

I know, I'm really really sorry that I havent posted in ages but as I've previously posted, my laptop was being stupid and I've been just a little bit side tracked (not to mention that I have terrible writer's block). I'm hopefully not going to become the type of writer who says 'I'm not going to post the next chapter until i have a specific amount of votes and comments', but I feel that if you guys were to vote and comment more, I woul;d be more motivated to write and therefore would have my chapters up quicker.

Thank youb for all the reads and for now, I'm signing out. xxx