Guys, im rly sry I havnt posted in a while, but I was entering a writing contest, but I STILL don't have the results, anyway, heres the next chapter.
I woke up in a soft bed, a blur of colours bent over me, blue fire bordering my vision. I bolted upright, and felt something hit my head. "Ow!" Magnus. I should have known that blue fire.
"Sorry" I replied and rubbed my head. It didn't really hurt, but it was more out of surprise than pain. The door opened.
"She's awake," said Jace. He seemed to be unhappy about this.
"sorry." Magnus replied. Another blast of blue fire clouded my eyes, and then I was dreaming.
Black on a simply white background. Two triangles with a bar attaching them, like wings. A rune. Then the dream changed.
I was above the trees, but not in a plane. Or even a hang glider. There was a pair of giant white wing attached to my back. The rune. This was the only explanation. Then again, this was a dream. But still I couldn't help but wonder if this was a hint, a sign.
Something black glided across my face. It was soft. Another wing. A dark wing. I gaze up and saw something moving too fast too see properly, yet I knew exactly what it was. Who is was. Jonathan. The one Father thought was perfect. The one that always took his side.
He would never hurt me. Physically. To him there is no other kind of pain. He hurt me on the inside. The part I thought was broken since Father started raising me. He cracked it back open, like a late egg.
I knew I was grateful to him for opening this part of me, yet I hated him for how he did it. And now he was here to hurt me again.
Yet all he said was this: "your fault." No explanation.
And again I wake up in the soft bed. I groan. Jace is watching me.
"Do you feel alright?" he asks.
"Ya, but what was up with the 'she's awake'" I imitated his voice the best I could. I sounded more like Darth Vader from Star Wars. Jace had shown me this movie before we went hunting.
He remained silent at my question. I shot him a look that said 'tell me or I'll punch you n the face', but he knew I wouldn't. He looked sort of uncomfortable.
"Well, I was looking for the drawing." He said sheepishly. Judging by the look on his face, he didn't find it.
"I was bad enough to have to have to call a warlock and you made sure I was asleep to look for a drawing?" I could tell that wasn't all of it. He wasn't that shallow. Was he? "That's not all of it." It wasn't a question.
"How did you know?" he asked, his cheeks getting redder by the second. This was Jace right? Was I having another dream? Jace never blushed. Ever. I pinched my arm to make sure. Not a dream. "What was that for?"
"To make sure I wasn't dreaming."
"Two things. One: why would you be dreaming? And two: if you were confusing this as a dream that means you dream about me." He smirked. How bad was his ego? I thought it was just a little smaller. But apparently not.
"One: because you blushed." He looked embarrassed. It was my turn to smirk. "And two: NO WAY!" I almost yelled, but it came out as a whisper. Whispering when I meant to yell. What was wrong with me? I was usually a great liar! I needed serious practice.
He smirked again. "Blusher." I called him.
"Dreamer." He retorted. He pulled something out of his pocket folded in half. The drawing. Crap crap crap. How could he have found it? My mind was shouting at me, many things at the same time.
He saw the look of horror on my face and smirked. I pounced from the bed, forgetting the covers and tripping before I could get into the air.
Jace laughed at this and I pushed the covers out of the way while he was distracted and grabbed the drawing from his hand. The texture of this paper as different. Smoother. I opened the paper to make sure I wasn't just being delusional.
I wasn't. The paper was blank. "I don't remember drawing in invisible ink." I said and smirked. A look of shock crossed his face as he realized what just happened. He thought I would feel defeated and say something like 'I can't believe you saw a drawing of you with angel wings.' His plan ultimately failed.
I was suddenly pinned down. Alec walked though the door. "Told you she'd try to get it." He bragged. Alec was smart. He just smiled. Jace frowned. I grinned wider than I thought my mouth could stretch.