“Ash,” she breathed, rising to her feet. She wanted to hurl her arms around her son, but she held back. No one gave something for nothing in the Courts. “You bring my son to me,” she said. “And for that I thank you. But what do you wish in return?”
“A safe place for Ash to live. To remain with him as he grows up.”
“Both those wishes can be easily granted,” said the Queen. “Is there nothing else?”
“There is one more thing,” said the Jace that was not Jace, his golden eyes hard. “I want you to bring me Clary Fairchild.”
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