Changing Power (TMI Fanfiction)

14- A Cold Touch

Third Person POV

The warmth was the first thing to come to mind. Following it, the comfort of the surface was what came into consciousness next. Suddenly, a voice.
"I know you can hear me. It's been a while and I've healed you completely. If you don't wake up soon, I might just kill you myself" Were the first words to be heard. Then, with the crack of eyelids, a black ceiling.

"Finally, Jace." The voice wasn't recognizable but the tone was playful, mocking.

He turned his head towards the left, where he saw a striking woman sitting a small ways a way.

She was small, her skin was a paralyzing pale color, which contrasted starkly with the infinity of runes covering every surface of her chest, shoulders, arms, and even parts of her legs, exposed by a dark blue romper, that ended just halfway down her thigh.

She had long, unnaturally straight hair that could never be described as other than pitch black. It had exactly the same jet black shade as her eyes, framed by thick black lines. It was impossible to make out her pupil, especially from his distance.

But her face, oh her face. Jace could recognize those freckles and high cheekbones anywhere.

"Clary?!" He said, as he jumped out of what seemed to be a bed and began running towards her.

She didn't even move. That is, until he was right in front of where she was sitting, and she suddenly wasn't there. In a literal blink of an eye, she was no longer sitting before him; and there was a cold touch at the back of his neck.

"That's a lot of excitement for someone who just let a Drevak demon nearly kill him. See something interesting?"

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It was a short one and left a small cliffhanger. Don't hate me!
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