City of Time

Isabelle, The Possible Kidnapper

ONE MONTH LATER

CLARY POV

I wasn't expecting to find Jace next to me, in bed, when I woke up, and I didn't. But I also didn't expect to find myself hunched over the toilet puking my guts out, but I did. It didn't take me being a genius to set off little alarms in my head.  For the past week little things here and there had made me suspicious, and each time I had the thought I pushed it away. But my throwing up was the last straw. I would have thought that it was a sign of some rare demon disease if it hadn't been for the fact that I already knew that I had missed a pill.

I immediately got out of my pajamas, got dressed, grabbed some money, my cell phone, my keys, and headed to the portal. I wasn't wasting any time. I was pretty sure that I was right, but if I wasn't I wanted to know as soon a possible. It only took me a split second to decide where I should portal to.

In an instant I was in a London alley. I pulled out my cell phone as I entered the busy streets of the city. What was better than buying a pregnancy test in a country where no one knew you? These little things only made me love portaling more. The only downside was that I got multiple calls from my very confused cell phone company asking how I could make a phone call from New York, and then make another phone call from say Australia a mere twenty minutes later. I had to simply laugh and tell them that they must have made a mistake.

Isabelle picked up on the second ring.

"Hey," she said

"Hey, can I meet you at your place in say ten minutes?" I asked.

"Sure," she told me," Where are you?"

"London."

"London? What are you doing there?" Isabelle inquired.

"I'll explain when I get there," I said," Oh, wait, Simon is still training with Jace right?"

"Yeah, Isabelle answered.

"Good, I'll see you in a few minutes."

I hung up, and shoved the phone into my pocket. It took me a few minutes to find a store. When I did it took me a little while to find what I was looking for. There were so many different kinds of tests. Blue ones, pink ones, ones that promised accuracy, ones that were so expensive that not even the queen could afford them, and ones that were so inexpensive that it seem a little bit risky to let it tell you what your future held. I ended up buying a few that were a little pricy, but it was worth it. The last thing I needed was to tell Jace things that weren't true.

"Did you find everything alright?" the check out lady asked.

"Yeah," I said, avoiding eye contact.

"Your total will be £42.67."

I pulled out my money and set it on the counter.

"Honey, I can't accept this," the woman told me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at her.

"It's American money."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I sighed.

I pulled my wallet out on my pocket, and took out my credit card.

"Will this work?"

"It should, " she smiled, taking the card.

Thankfully she wasn't one of those chatty cashiers. I don't think I could have handled another moment awkwardly standing at the counter. When she handed me the bag I got out of there as quickly as I could. I was in such a hurry that I didn't see the person in front of me. The force of the impact knocked me to the ground.