"I need to get my mate back!" Clary said as calmly as possible, shaking them off and starting to pace. She was trying to push the panic down, but it was gnawing at her, they could have already taken her mate's wings. They could be hurting him, torturing him. What if they found out that Damon had told her about the law? It could be worse than having his wings taken away. The thought had her gasping for breath, her stomach twisting into a ball of razor blades, what if they were... she wrapped her arms around herself, trying desperately to push the images that filled her head away and...