Do you Remember me?

Chapter 8

"Let's do something." Jace whined, sprawled across the bed. He'd already kicked off his converse and was gently tapping the side of Aline's thigh with his foot.

She, on the other hand, was sat at the very edge of the bed, straight as a board. The sound of her nails hitting the screen was driving Jace crazy. He wanted to do something- anything.

"Like what? Joke about the weird girl from earlier?" A sly smile crossed her lips as she leaned back to face him.

Jace propped himself up on an elbow, frowning lightly.

"I think she was just a fan. I've seen stranger reactions." He grinned, tilting his head and giving a knowing look at his fiancée.

She smirked,leaning in close to him. "Oh? I'm sure none of these strange reactions came from me? Did they?" She asked innocently, looping her hands around his neck.

He grinned mischievously and Aline frowned, knowing he was about to do something.

Jace grabbed her waist and pulled her down on top of him so that she was now lying on his chest. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

"Hmm... was I implying that? Oops." He mumbled into her hair.

She braced an elegant hand on his chest, rising so that she could stare him down. Jace enjoyed the challenge, leaning back with his hands behind his head as Aline jokingly scowled at him. "You're too much, Jace Herondale." She chuckled, moving to get off of him.

"I know you can handle it, Mrs. Herondale." His grin faltered when Aline stilled, glancing at him quickly before she stared at the floor.

"Aline?" He asked softly, "did I say something wrong-"

"Nope! Just... need to use the bathroom. Shark week, you know?" She let out a few nervous chuckles before all but bolting out of the room.

Jace sighed, now alone with nothing to do.

He swung his legs off the bed and padded to the door. He opened it a creak, scanning the hall to make sure no one was wondering about before he crept out into it.

He knew he was being nosey, but his reasoning for his current snooping was because he was bored- he repeatedly told himself as he crept towards the last two rooms at the end of the hall.

His light footsteps didn't make a sound as he approached the end of the hall.

He was finally close enough to the point where he could scan the door on the left, halting his movements to a stop.
It had the most intricate designs he'd ever seen on it, swirling patterns that seemed to... mean something. He couldn't put his finger on it.

A faint, dull pain started throbbing at the base of his head, but he ignored it as he delicately traced the patterns with his fingertips.

He blinked, realising how close he was to the door, and how weird he must've looked touching it the way he was, so he took a step back.

Instead, he turned and scanned the door to the other room.

White, hot searing pain was sent throughout his skull as the name "Jonathon" loomed above him, carved deep into the wood. He grabbed his head, wincing as the pain slowly but surely passed. What the hell?? He thought, taking deep breaths to steady himself again.

He took one last look at the door before turning around- He froze as he was met with those same striking green eyes from earlier, this time staring up at him with concern.