By the time I wake up, I'm alone again and all my memories come flooding through me. Luke dying, Magnus needing my energy, Alec arriving...and staying.

I look around the room but no one is with me, I'm alone. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and tentatively stand up and as soon as I do, a wave of pain crashes into me. Every muscle in my body is aching, every bone feels as if it's about snap and merely thinking causes my brain to throb painfully.

"Ah" I groan, supporting myself in the door frame, "Damn, that smarts"

I hobble my way down the corridor and into the living room, silently thanking whoever took the torture traps off of my feet...probably Alec.

"Cami" Clary whispers as I enter the living room, "You're up!"

"How long was I out?"

"About four hours" Magnus pipes up, "I would recommend a longer rest but I assume you have no intention of doing so?"

"Not right now, no" I chuckle, wincing at the intense pain in my side from laughing, "You were right about me feeling it when I woke up"

"Unfortunately, that will only pass with time" Magnus sighs

"What, no fancy potion I could take?" I smirk

"Unfortunately not"

"Drat"

Magnus smiles sympathetically, disappearing into a different bedroom as Clary comes over to me, supporting some of my weight.

"I think Luke's awake" Clary utters, "But I wanted to wait for you to wake up before I went to talk to him. We both deserve these answers, not just me."

"Where's Alec?" I ask, trying to make it seem like it's a nonchalant question, I add, "And Jace and Izzy and Simon?"

"I'm not sure, actually. Probably securing the perimeter. I thanked Alec on our behalf for getting here"

"Thanks, sis" I roll my eyes, "But I already thanked him myself. Let's go see Luke, yeah?"

Clary nods, looping her arm around my shoulders to help me walk into the bedroom Magnus disappeared into. I stop myself from laugh as I watch a disgruntled Luke thank Magnus as he plumps the pillows behind Luke's back.

"I'll leave you three alone" Magnus grants when he spots us, sweeping out of the room swiftly, "Go easy on him."

Clary moves me to a chair by the bed, dropping me into it slowly before standing to pace the room

"I heard about what you did for me, Camille" Luke murmurs, a warm smile on his face, "Thank you for that."

"While that's all well and good, Luke" I dismiss, "You know you can't avoid our questions, right? I know Mom swore you to secrecy but...she's not here. We are. Why didn't you tell us about any of this?"

"Because I was afraid you would hate us" Luke admits

"Not possible" Clary sighs and Luke gives her a knowing look, "Okay...the last few days, we have not had all the information"

"And you still don't" Luke remarks, "But you need to know everything. It'll help you both find the Mortal Cup"

"I'm so sick of this fucking Cup" I growl, "How is knowing everything gonna even help us?"

"You just have to trust me!" Luke insists...and so we do.

Luke launches into the story of how Valentine's instability was somewhat blameable upon himself and Mom. That they had fallen in love because of Valentine's consistent pushing...he pushed Luke, his parabatai, away and his wife...but though they had never cheated with each other, Valentine was convinced they were having an affair and became obsessed with winning Mom's heart back which included breaking his own principles.

"He became fixated on becoming a better soldier and so he did the unthinkable..." Luke continues, "Experimented with Downworlder blood. In the end, our love did more damage than anything else anyone could've done. We betrayed him. We broke his heart."

"At least now we know he had one" Clary retorts, "Before his crazy, distorted worldview set in. Luke...what was he like back then?"

"In the early days of the Circle?" Luke smiles fondly, remembering his old friend, "Oh, he was honourable. Idealistic. He was charismatic."

He sounded...like Jace.

"Just Mom's type" Clary smiles, "Just like you."

"Oh, no. No. I never came close" Luke rejects, "He was a leader. Devoted to protecting us from dying pointless deaths."

As he speaks I see the similarities of Valentine and Luke...and Jace and Alec. One, so charismatic and egotistical yet honourable and strong. Another...kind, humble, someone who feels as if he's shadowed by his brother half.

Guess history really does repeat itself...let's just hope Jace doesn't go crazy.

"The demons were winning. We couldn't train our people fast enough to keep up. We wanted to believe in him, give him the benefit of the doubt...but Val wanted to use the Mortal Cup to create more Shadowhunters, but that just made them angry."

"Isn't more Shadowhunters a good thing?" I frown

"Not the way he was proposing" Luke counters, "Ever since the angel Raziel used the Cup to create the first Shadowhunters, it's been forbidden to use the cup again to rebuild their forces...Jocelyn and I, we tried pulling him back but he just construed that as..."

"As the affair" I finish, shaking my head, "It's not your fault Luke. It's not Mom's either. You can't control the way a crazy man thinks. Despite what you thought about the old Valentine, there was always something hidden under the surface otherwise he would've been able to see that becoming murderous and insane was not the way to try to get Mom back. He wasn't an angel, he wasn't even a man...he was just a monster. You didn't force him to use those demon blood injections, that was him"

"And the more he took them, the deeper he descended into madness" Luke speaks softly, as if the memory was painful, "Which was when...when he told me we were going on a mission, to save people and then locked me in a room full of werewolves. That's how I became...what I am. He betrayed the parabatai bond that day. And then he betrayed everything else he believed in"

"Magnus never told us that part" Clary gasps

"He didn't know" Luke points out, "There were some things Joce and I never talked about. How I transitioned was one of them..."

Luke continued on, filling in the blanks of the fight between himself and Mom against Valentine, when Mom had stolen the cup. How Valentine had tried to kill Luke because he thought him an 'abomination.' And how he'd seen Valentine chase Mom away...

"For a while, I thought he'd killed her" Luke grunts, standing from the bed, "He wanted us both dead. He killed thousands. Turned Shadowhunter against Shadowhunter. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"God only know what he would do if he had the cup" Clary murmurs, shaking her head

"Which is why we need to find it" Luke urges, "Soon."

***

"But we don't know where it is!" Clary exclaims, "Or even where to start"

"It all starts and ends with the two of you" Luke assures us

"How do you know that?" I frown, unconvinced

"Because I know Jocelyn" Luke counters, "You two are the only other people she would have trusted with the location of the Cup"

"If she trusted us so much" I scoff, "Why didn't she tell us any of this?"

"She didn't think this was going to happen" Luke defends, "She made provisions just in case it did. The potion, Dot...Jocelyn said that I should tell you everything about our past. That it would unlock at least one of you."

"What does that even mean?!" Clary huffs, pacing the room again

"I don't know!" Luke shouts, "But one of you must do. At least."

"Well, my memory's wiped, remember?" Clary huffs

"Yeah and mine's withheld by a curse" I scowl

"You know about that?" Luke gapes, wide eyed, before realisation hit, "Of course, Magnus would've told you..."

"Damn right, he did!" I scream, "How could you let Mom do that to me? Ruin my life just to keep Clary innocent for, what? Four years?!"

"I tried to tell her not too, but she just wasn't listening" Luke apologises, "I'm sorry, Cami, I tried. I swear."

"It doesn't matter now" I hiss, "What matters is finding this Cup. You told us Mom was an artist, right? Yet another thing she hid from us, who's surprised? That must mean Clary knows where it is."

"Why me?" Clary panics, "I don't remember anything!"

"You're her baby girl, Clary" I remind her, "You're the artist of the family. Surely she told you something, gave you a hidden clue, anything?!"

"I don't remember!" Clary groans, frustrated, "You're an artist, too! Why wouldn't she tell you."

"I'm a mundane...a mundani, whatever" I correct, "I was basically just the older sister bodyguard assigned to protect me, you were her favourite, Clary, face it."

"Cami, it's not like that-" Luke begins but I cut him off

"Oh, yeah? Tell me what it is like then" I snap but Luke answers with silence, "That's what I thought."

"If Mom had the clues, I don't remember where they are!" Clary stammers

"You have to figure this out!" Luke chimes in

"You said you had to tell us everything" I remember, "What about the box? The JC box?"

Luke hesitates, unsure of whether or not to tell us.

"Luke, now is not the time to withhold information!" I growl, "What does that box mean!"

Clary rushes to her bag, pulling the box our and placing it down on her sketchpad, pointing to it, "Who is JC?"

"No" Luke shakes his head, "No, I...I can't tell you that"

"Luke! We need to know" Clary persists, "Who is JC?"

"Your brother"

I freeze. We have a brother out there...somewhere?

"We have a brother?" I breathe

"You did" Luke corrects, wincing but not because of his physical pain, "He died in a fire at Fairchild Manor. A fire that your father set."

Clary gasps and I turn to look at her...and the box is gone, but it's vanished...instead, underneath Clary's hand, there's a drawing of it. Picture perfect as if someone had drawn it from memory.

Oh my God.

My mind flies back to a couple days before, at the coffee shop....the mystical biscotti. The one that had disappeared and was instead replaced by a drawing...seeing those tarot cards Dot liked to play with, one with an ornate, regal looking Cup drawn upon it.

I start putting the pieces together. Objects that disappear from Clary's hands and become drawings, Mom also being an artist, a simple, mundane thing that she'd kept hidden from us until Luke had brought it to light...Mom was the last to have the Cup and everyone thought we knew where it was.

"I know where the Cup is" Clary and I say in unison

"That's the ending of the story that Mom needed Clary to hear" I whisper, watching as a tear slips from Clary's eye, "Clary's talent is what she meant to unlock. And now we know where she hid the Cup."