From what you could tell, Johnathan wasn't letting any of you go anytime soon. Any of you, meaning Clarissa, Jayce, and you, whom he kept in this house. He wasn't, torturous or cruel, he didn't lock you all up or hurt you, which you guessed was a blessing. He wasn't particularly kind. Especially to Clary, his sister. For you it was more like a vacation trapped inside a house, which indeed it was. You had your own rooms and you could wander as you pleased, but you couldn't leave. And if you tried he warned of the consequences and he meant them... That night, Johnathan had taken you all out for a 'celebration'. That couldn't mean anything good. He was after all the enemy. It was a Downworld club full of all kinds of creatures. Jayce and Clary split up and danced while Johnathan silently got himself a drink with his hand wrapped around your wrist. And as the night darkened the the drinks strengthened...there was an attack. An explosion through the club. It was full of smoke and ash. Your ears rung and blood dripped down your face. The club was full of screams and the whish of flames. You coughed and your legs were weak. Jayce and Clary were nowhere in sight, and a large shard of metal was impaled into your side.

Johnathan was quick to cover you when the blast errupted, he was thrown back into the bar, glass shattering over him. He got up and saw you there, and knelt down by your weak form, a scowl across his face as he lifted you in his arms. "Clary...Jayce..." You coughed Johnathan cursed to himself and got you out of the club and back to the house.