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Chapter 18: Jordan Kyle? Clarissa Fairchild?

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Clary glanced up at him, "And what would that be?"

They continued up and onto the third floor, then down the hallway. In the silence, Jordan pulled out the key to his apartment and pushed it into the lock. He turned it and with a bit of grunting and pushing, got the door to open. He smiled and gestured for Clary to enter. "Ladies first." She laughed despite herself and stepped into the apartment.

It was small, but bigger than she had expected it to be. The living room was right in front of her and beyond that was the kitchen. To her right was a window seat and large window over looking New York. To her left was a short hallway, breaking off into two rooms. Jordan followed her in and closed the door behind him. "It isn't much but-"

She cut him off, "Thank you. This is wonderful."

He smiled and pulled out his phone. "It's nearly one in the morning, perhaps you should get some sleep."

"That might be best.."

"The left room is mine, but the right one is unoccupied. You could sleep there if you want."

She nodded, finally noticing how exhausted she was. She made her way down the hallway and into the bedroom. She thanked him one more time and closed the door. The room was nice. The bed was maple with white sheets and a white comforter. The dresser and the nightstand were also both maple. Clary removed her ballet flats and pulled open the doors to the closet. Within, she was surprised to find girls clothes. Some mostly for someone taller than her, but there were a few things that looked as though they would fit. One of those things was a nightdress. Clary hesitantly pulled it off the shelf and allowed it to unfold itself. The silky material was cool to the touch and seemed to slip through her fingers. She decided to wait and ask Jordan if she could borrow these before taking them. She folded the gown back up and replaced it on the shelf. Then Clary laid down on the bed, exhausted and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Clary awoke to shouting and instantly curled in on herself. The scene reminded her so much of what had happened back at her fath- back at Valentine's house, she corrected herself. She stood and exited the room to find Jordan and another man arguing in the living room. The other man was turned away from her and the lighting was just right so that she couldn't see who it was. She stood behind the wall, eavesdropping onto their conversation.

"Listen man, I want nothing to do with Shadowhunters. I haven't exactly had pleasant experiences with them before." Jordan was saying.

"That's the thing. The girl you're letting stay here? She's a suspected spy. She escaped the Institute against orders and now we'd like her back in our custody.". I knew right away who it was. It took everything in me not to leap out and make a scene.

"I don't want any trouble, but this girl needs some help. She won't get it from you, even though she is a Shadowhunter. Your family is too corrupted. She will never feel comfortable there. At least let me help her."

The other man, who she knew was Jace, froze. "Clary? Come on out. You must know how rude it is to eavesdrop on others."

She groaned and ran a hand through her hair, stepping out from behind the wall. Clary made her way to Jordan, standing to his left and watching the wall behind Jace.

"As I was saying, you can hand her over willingly or I can take her through force." Jace continued.

Clary tensed slightly at the mention of force and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a warm hand slipping into her own. She turned to look at Jordan who was smiling warmly. "Actually, I've taken quite a liking to Clary. She's just my type. I'll keep her here for awhile."

Despite the fact that she knew he was acting, she blushed a faint pink, turning her head to glance at the ground.

Maybe that's why she missed the fiery in Jace's eyes. But Jordan didn't. Nothing got past him.

Jace huffed quietly. "I'll come back for her tomorrow, I expect you'll have everything, er, settled by then." With that he turned and stomped out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Clary pulled her hand from Jordan's. "Thank you." She murmured. He nodded silently.

"You never did tell me what you would like me to do.." Clary muttered, glancing up at his hazel eyes.

"Right right.. Well as soon as you tell me why you're wanted as a suspected spy to the Shadowhunters."

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You want the whole story?"

Jordan sat down in the leather chair seated upon the gray carpet and gestured for her to do the same. She did so as he nodded.

"The whole story."

Clary took a deep breath and for the first time, told someone everything.

Jordan listened quietly the entire time, nodding occasionally and occasionally grimacing. As I explained about Jace and Maia, Jordan suddenly got very angry. He jumped up, cutting Clary off and began pacing. "Jordan? Is something the matter?"

"That girl," He was practically growling and he seemed to be shuddering uncontrollably.

"Jordan, what's going on?" Clary stood approaching Jordan like a lost puppy, but he moved back, away from her.

"Stay away Clary. I don't want to hurt you." He was shuddering more now, and despite his words Clary moved forward to him. It happened with lightning speed, one minute Jordan was shuddering and Clary was next to him, the next Clary found herself on the floor and Jordan growling on top of her. Literally growling. Between one moment and another, Jordan seemed to have turned into some type of extremely large dog. His yellow canines bared down as she struggles to push him away from her. But Jordan was strong, stronger than her. Clary must have been knocked down pretty hard, her vision seemed to be swimming in and out of focus. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she heard a door slam and a rather high-pitched scream. Right before consciousness left her, Clary saw Jordan's huge jaw clamp down on her arm and realized with a jolt that the scream was her own.