Valentine’s voice was like a whip. “Jonathan Morgenstern—”
Quick as lightning, Jace seized the hilt of the sword, tore it free from the floorboards, and raised it. He held it lightly, level and flat, the point hovering a few inches below his father’s chin. “That’s not my name,” he said. “My name is Jace Wayland.”
Valentine’s eyes were still fixed on Jace; he barely seemed to notice the sword at his throat. “Wayland?” he roared. “You have no Wayland blood! Michael Wayland was a stranger to you—”
“So,” said Jace calmly, “are you.” He jerked the sword to the left. “Now move.”
Valentine was shaking his head. “Never. I will not take orders from a child.”
The tip of the sword kissed Valentine’s throat. Clary stared in fascinated horror. “I am a very well-trained child,” Jace said. “You instructed me yourself in the precise art of killing. I only need to move two fingers to cut your throat, did you know that?” His eyes were steely. “I suppose you did.”
“You’re skilled enough,” said Valentine. His tone was dismissive, but, Clary noticed, he was standing very still indeed. “But you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted.”
“Perhaps he couldn’t.” It was Luke, on his feet now, pale and bloody but upright. “But I could. And I’m not entirely sure he could stop me.”
Valentine’s feverish eyes flicked to Luke, and back to his son. Jace hadn’t turned when Luke spoke, but stood still as a statue, the sword unmoving in his hand. “You hear the monster threatening me, Jonathan,” said Valentine. “You side with it?”
“It has a point,” said Jace mildly. “I’m not entirely sure I could stop him if he wanted to do you damage. Werewolves heal so fast.”
Valentine’s lip curled. “So,” he spat, “like your mother, you prefer this creature, this half-breed demon thing, to your own blood, your own family?”
For the first time the sword in Jace’s hand seemed to tremble. “You left me when I was a child,” he said in a measured voice. “You let me think you were dead and you sent me away to live with strangers. You never told me I had a mother, a sister. You left me alone.” The word was a cry.
“I did it for you—to keep you safe,” Valentine protested.
“If you cared about Jace, if you cared about blood, you wouldn’t have killed his grandparents. You murdered innocent people,” Clary cut in, furious.
“Innocent?” snapped Valentine. “No one is innocent in a war! They sided with Jocelyn against me! They would have let her take my son from me!”
Luke let out a hissing breath. “You knew she was going to leave you,” he said. “You knew she was going to run, even before the Uprising?”
“Of course I knew!” roared Valentine. His icy control had cracked and Clary could see the molten rage seething underneath, coiling the tendons in his neck, clenching his hands into fists. “I did what I had to to protect my own, and in the end I gave them more than they ever deserved: the funeral pyre awarded only to the greatest warriors of the Clave!”
“You burned them,” said Clary flatly.
“Yes!” shouted Valentine. “I burned them.”
Jace made a strangled noise. “My grandparents—”
“You never knew them,” said Valentine. “Don’t pretend to a grief you do not feel.”
The point of the sword was trembling more rapidly now. Luke put a hand on Jace’s shoulder. “Steady,” he said.
Jace didn’t look at him. He was breathing as if he had been running. Clary could see the sweat shimmering on the sharp divide of his collarbones, sticking his hair to his temples. The veins were visible along the backs of his hands. He’s going to kill him, she thought. He’s going to kill Valentine.
She stepped forward hastily. “Jace—we need the Cup. Or you know what he’ll do with it.”
Jace licked his dry lips. “The Cup, Father. Where is it?”
“In Idris,” said Valentine calmly. “Where you will never find it.”
Jace’s hand was shaking. “Tell me—”
“Give me the sword, Jonathan.” It was Luke, his voice calm, even kind.
Jace sounded as if he were speaking from the bottom of a well. “What?”
Clary took a step forward. “Give Luke the sword. Let him have it, Jace.”
He shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
She took another step forward; one more, and she’d be close enough to touch him. “Yes, you can,” she said gently. “Please.”
CITY OF BONES
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