Clary Fray is a recovering drug addict, struggling to stay sober after an overdose. While at rehab, she comes across the most dangerous addiction yet: Jace Herondale. She must struggle with the fact of who Jace is, while fighting her feelings for him. One overdose led to another overdose, that wasn't so bad after all. *sneak peak* Oh by the angels. I. Hate. This. Place. Cocaine is calling my name..I know, whatever, I'm tryna get clean. I just need..a little..more. Just a tiny bit. That's what brings me back to the addiction every time I get sober. I wish I could help it, but I can't. I'm laying down in a couch, contemplating life. Then I see him again. He's above me. "Um. You're in my bubble dude." I say. "Yea, no shit. You're in my couch." He says. His eyes are pretty. "Oh, my bad. Didn't see your name on it." He narrows his eyes. "Alright. Can you at least make space for me?" There's something about him that I can't ignore, that I was too concentrated on coke to notice at first. I decide I like him, and that he could make this hell hole a lot more fun. I move my legs. "Thanks little demon." He says, smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Whatever, demon." I reply. He smiles. "It's prince of hell, actually." "See if I care." We lock eyes. Then his eyes start glowing a little bit. I don't care enough to think much of it.