"Clary, I don't think it works like that" Damon whispered, staring down into Clary panic-stricken eyes. Her magic had fallen away revealing dark grey thunderclouds in her eyes. The sight of it pushed his own worry down for a moment, his panic taking a back seat to his mate's fear. "Come on, we need to get to the station. It will be okay, love" he said, pressing his lips to Clary forehead.

"How can you say that? They need another 6 weeks" Clary said, letting her tears fall as she clutched her stomach. "You can't say it will be okay, you don't know" she sobbed, trying desperately to think of...