Chapter 17

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Clary's POV: 16 Years Earlier

I look at the beautiful gold dress I'm wearing. It shimmers when the light hits it. The top starts out whit and fades into gold.

What if Jace isn't there? What if he changed his mind about the baby?

My hand flys to my flat stomach. A baby. My baby. Jace's baby.

I see a little girl, curly blond hair with green eyes. Running after Jace in a game of tag. Or maybe a little boy with red hair and gold eyes.

Oh I'd love either. Maybe, after this one me and Jace can have a second one.

"Clary, it's time." I nod and follow Luke.

And then in the back of my head, sounding ever much like my brother, I hear a voice whisper.

"Demons never die."

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