"Partners in Crime?"
"Always."
Top Secret Agent Clary Fray is the best in the business, but everyone knows her motto: "I work alone."
Yet all that's about to change whenever her boss/step-father Luke chooses the best Detective in the world to wor...
Alright guys, today's chapter is going to be insane. Like crazy insane. With a mixture of intense detail.
It may be a bit boring to some of you, but this is such a vital thing to read because we get a huge revelation that will begin to unravel another story arc.
Be ready to enter into a dark theme, and vivid detail of nausea. I love you guys and stay safe. ❤Autumn.
Chapter Twenty-Eight Wall of Truth
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Clary I woke up with the heaviest headache of my life along with crushing guilt and regret imbedded in my mind.
Sunlight streamed through two large open windows, hitting my face and eagerly getting into my now squinted eyelids, giving me even more of a headache.
I refrained from groaning as I rolled over a tad, making the most curious expression as my hand hit a rock hard chest.
Then it hit me.
I wasn't in my house. These were not the welcoming walls of my apartment room and these windows were clearly too big to belong to me.
This bed was surely not mine knowing it was a four poster and luxuriously gianormous.
When I let my head turn just a small bit, I bit my tongue to not scream, tasting the coppery taste of iron from my own blood.
Icy blonde hair was tossed left and right messily upon his head, while his eyelids were closed and his flawless skin was completly bare to me, his arm swept around my waist. I had to inhale from throwing up.
I slept with Sebastian last night. I slept with a man I went on one date with (and didn't even attend half of it anyway), was Hollywood's biggest actor and also, let me remind you, I had no feelings for.
And I slept with him to get back at Alec. Alec, who had endured my lecture at him last night, Alec who had broken me for the second time and record timing, Alec-
No. I didn't. I couldn't have.
But the memory, the swirl of hurt, vulnerbility and despite hit me like a shot to the heart, the words breaking clearly front and center to my attention,
"Friends? You asked to be friends? Well guess what Alec, I hate you! Break me into a million pieces. It's as if I care! Break. Me."
I hate you. I said the three vile words to the most selfless, wonderful person in the universe.
And that person, that person who made all the hurt and pitch black corners of my life seem white again, hurt me beyond all and everything.
