Jonathan's Return (The Mortal Instruments)

Chapter 26: Headaches & Special Rings

A/N: Warning! Some explicit language in the following story! Sorry for those of you that don't like it! Okay enough of that! Read on!

Chapter 26: Headaches & Special Rings

Clary's POV 

"So yeah and I can see again." I look down at my intertwined fingers. My hands are clammy and shaking slightly.

Maryse huffs. "Well, that's alot to take in." She narrows her eyes at Jonathan. Jonathan averts his eyes and looks at me. His face looks almost pleading to help him.

This bastard wants me to protect him from Maryse's wrath.

I scoff aloud. Maryse turns to me. "Something you'd like to say, Clary?"

I clear my throat. "Umm. No Maryse. Sorry."

Yes, Clary. I do want you to protect me from Maryse's wrath.

What the hell? I look at Jonathan again. He smirks at me. I wanted to slap that smug face.

That's right, Clarissa. I'm in your head. That faerie ring is on your precious little finger.

I look down at my hand. The ring gleams against my pale finger. I grab at it.

Ah ah ah. Pull off that ring and you most definitely will feel some serious pain. 

I roll my eyes at Jonathan and touch the ring hesitantly. After nothing terrible happens, I start to pull the ring off of my finger.

Hey I'm just trying to help you. But hey if you want to experience horrific pain, then by all means please do. 

 I glare at him.

Why the hell am I wearing it in the first place, Jonathan?

Maryse and my mom get up and head into the kitchen. I watch my mom closely. Maryse and my mom whisper furiously at each other.

Everyone starts in their own conversation. I continue to glare at Jonathan. 

It's a precautionary measure, Clary. Father wanted me to always have my ears on you even when I wasn't around. 

Jace touches my shoulder gently, knocking me out of my glaring contest with Jonathan. I turn to him and give him a nervous smile. I tuck my hand under my leg to hide the gold faerie ring.

"You okay?" His voice sounds so strong and gentle.

I shrug.

Jonathan's voice chuckles inside my head. Really, Clary? A shrug? Come now, that's quite pathetic. 

I groan quietly. I already hated the fact that he was in my head. It was bad enough having my own nagging voice, but two? Would someone just kill me now?

Jace raises an eyebrow at me. "Are you sure you're okay, Clary?"

I force a smile onto my face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just nervous is all. It's not easy explaining why I'm protecting a wanted killer and fugitive to your mom and the freaking Consul." 

Jace laughs nervously. "Yeah," He runs his hand through his gorgeous golden hair. "But the Consul looks convinced."

I cast a glance at the Consul, who is speaking quietly with Alec, Magnus, and Luke. She looks calm and relaxed. 

I lean over to Jace. " Do you think she's fine with it?"

"Fine with a psychopathic murder sitting about 20 feet next to her?" He chuckles. "Who wouldn't be okay with that?"