The middle aged prunes

The prune

Jace seized clary's arm. "Clary I know you," he whispered in her ear as she struggled to pull away.

"YOU KNOW THATS NOT TRUE!" She yelled back at him, pulling her leg back to kick at him.

"Clary what do you want?" He looked desperately into her eyes.

"Jonathan!! I want Jonathan!" She looked back to her crippled husband who sat with his lips pursed, watching.

"CLARY!" He shook her by the shoulders, making the old woman begin to cry.

"Jace no please no," she tried to get to john. Jace kept a firm grip. He looked at her trembling lip and took his thumb to gently wipe away a tear sliding down the wrinkle on her cheek.

"Clary I love you." He looked harshly at john, whom appeared to be preoccupied by the fountain edge that they were by. "I have the prune,"

"Use it on john!"

"I'll use it on who I want," he yanked the necklace off of his neck, snapping

The chain. He plucked the shriveled prune off of its mount and squeezed clary's cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth. Clary rejected to prune that he popped into her mouth by pushing it away with her tongue.

"John," she mumbled. Jace shook her in frustration, causing clary to accidentally swallow the prune.