Mentally Trapped (DISCONTINUED)

VI

Dinner that night was quiet. Tate held Clary's hand under the table and Will couldn't take his eyes off of his food, it was his favourite. Jonathan sat at one end of the table while Valentine sat at the other, both of who looked like they were plotting murder. They all ate their roast in silence which was what Valentine wanted, peace.

Dinner that night seemed long and agonising for Clary. Just before she sat down at the table, her brother whispered in her ear that he needed to talk to her after dinner. Curiosity was eating away at her as she ate and glanced at her brother every now and then. She couldn't help but wonder why he wanted talk to her but was anxious to find out.

Come to me
In the night hours
I will wait for you

"Thank you for eating in silence. It has helped the remainder of the headache of which the iratze could not heal. I expect both of you at breakfast at 8 sharp. Will, Tate, I will walk you to the door. Goodnight." Valentine said as he stood up, dismissed everyone and headed towards the front door, beckoning Will and Tate to follow.
"Bye Clare, Tate, Jonathan." Will bid everyone a goodnight before following Valentine and leaving the house.
"I should head home to. It was lovely to see you again my beautiful. It was great hunting and training with you, parabatai." Tate said, giving Clary a kiss on the check.
"Goodnight Tate." The Morgenstern siblings chimed together as Tate headed home.

Clary turned around to ask Jonathan what he wanted to talk about, only to find that he had gone. Sighing, she cleared the table and then headed for her older brother's room. She gently knocked on the door, surprised when he said it was unlocked. Jonathan's door was never unlocked.
"You said you wanted to talk to me?" Clary asked, sitting in his bed next to him.
He nodded. "Mind if I do your hair while I talk?" Jonathan had been plaiting Clary's hair since she was little before she went to bed. It was the one time Jonathan felt human.

And I can't sleep
Cause thoughts devour
Thoughts of you consume

"Of course brother." Clary answered, sitting so he could reach her hair easier.
"Father told me of a plan that Blackborn overheard. Jocelyn knows we are alive and wants to take us away from father." Jonathan's voice was hoarse, scared.
"She can't though, can she? Father won't let her."
"That's what we were talking about, sister dearest. He can't be here all the time, he has to leave every once in a while and he can't protect us forever."
"I'll kill her if she tries to take me away from you and father." Jonathan's eyebrows raised as his sister said this.
"You would kill Jocelyn, our mother?" Her brother asked in shock.
"She has never been a mother to me, she's just someone trying to destroy my family and I won't let her, no matter what I have to do to stop her, she will not take divide our family and that includes Will and Tate. I don't care who she is, she won't rip us apart." Clary vowed as she felt her older brother tie her hair at the end of the long plait.

"She won't take us apart. We are inseparable, dear sister. I promise." Jonathan whispered as Clary started to drift off to sleep in his arms. Smirking, he caressed her face and ran his fingers through the end of her plait. "Nothing will ever come between the Morgenstern siblings, ever again."
Watching his younger sister sleep, brought on a wave of drowsiness and Jonathan found himself struggling to stay awake. "Sleep tight, Clarissa." He mumbled before sleep took him and he closed his eyes, succumbing to the peace, still holding his sister tight.

I can't help but love you
Even though I try not to
I can't help but want you

Maryse was trudging past the Sanctuary when she caught sight of a warlock. "What do you want, warlock? We are kind of busy."
"Kind of? I assume you need help with the parabatai problem with Alec Lightwood and Jace Herondale. Am I wrong?"
"How do you know about that? Can you help?" Maryse hissed, ushering him into the institute.
"I am Toby Lockheed. I believe I can help your son." Toby replied, walking straight to the infirmary as if he had been there before, he had but no one else knew or remembered that.