Disclaimer: SOME of the dialogue in this chapter, all characters (but Grace and Philip), the main story line and settings belong to the amazing Cassandra Clare. Grace, Philip and my own story plot belong to me. The Infernal Devices do not belong to me.

A/N: I only used only used Google translate for the Chinese so I have no idea if it makes any sense. If you know Chinese, please tell me! Then I'd change it.
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'You don't know love 'til it tears up your heart
And cuts it and leaves you with scars
You're still feeling
You don't know love.'

- You Don't Know Love, Olly Murs

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-*-*-*-*- Grace -*-*-*-*-
Grace woke up in her bed again. Immediately she looked around.

Nope. She was still in Shanghai.

She got up, changed into some gear and quietly left her room. The corridors were dark; all the witchlight lamps had been turned off. Grace crept down them until she reached the Shanghai training room. It was exactly as she remembered it, decorated as a martial arts dojo with different ancient weapons on the walls. Of course, a lot of them were never used but Grace did remember training with some old Chinese bokkens with Jem sometimes. That was until they broke them and faced the wrath of their mother.

Grace entered the training room and instinctively bowed in respect. As she did, she caught something darting behind one of the columns. "I can see you!" she called out. There was no answer. Slowly, she made her way to the middle of the floor. "I know you're there," she said. "Just come out!"

Her heart was thudding. It wasn't often that Yanluo made an appearance in her dreams but when he did, it didn't ever end well.

Suddenly she was flipped over by someone. They caught her and lowered her gently to the ground, his green eyes sparkling.

"Got you, Grace!" Philip Blackthorn laughed. She pushed him off her and rolled away, leaping to her feet.

"Get away from me, you traitor!" she shouted. Philip looked hurt and confused.

"Gracey?" He said. "Are you all right? What's wrong? What did I do?"

"What did you do? You sided with the Magister and tried to kill me!" Grace yelled. "Because of you, Thomas and Agatha are probably dead! But I wouldn't know that because I'm stuck in this nightmare!"

"Who are these people? Grace, I have no idea what you're talking about," Philip said. He came over to her and put his hands on her trembling shoulders. "Jian told me you were acting strangely this morning."

"You don't remember?" Grace whispered. "You seriously don't know what you did? What the Magister  did to me?"

"Did someone try to hurt you?" Philip asked, his eyes darkening. "I swear by the Angel, Grace, if anybody ever tried to hurt you I will find them and kill them." That was when she realised it wasn't him. Philip would never say that to her. This wasn't real. This was all a vision, a nightmare that Yanluo had conjured up in her head. Nothing she did here, nothing that happened here made a difference. She was still trapped.

"It's not you," Grace murmured. "It's not actually you." Philip, obviously confused that Grace was talking about her Philip, moved his hand and brushed her cheek. Grace looked into his eyes. They were so green they reminded her of her mother's emerald earrings that her father gave to her on their wedding anniversary.

"You have no idea how much I love you," Philip said softly, cupping her cheek.

"Why?" Grace asked. She could feel her heart rate rising as Philip came closer. "Why do you love me? I'm not worth it. I'm really not."

"You are," he whispered. "You are so worth it. When I first came here after my parents were murdered, I was so lost and confused. I thought my life was over. Especially with my injury... But you, Grace Carstairs, you showed me that there is more to life than just surviving. You pulled me out of that dark hole I was living in and you showed me what more I had left to do in my life."

"I did that?" Grace asked, astounded. This Grace didn't sound like her at all. Philip smiled and put his forehead to hers.

"Yes," he said. "You did that. Gracey, you saved my life. I am so in love with you for that. So in love." Grace was in complete and utter shock. What kind of game was Yanluo playing? Why was he torturing her like this? After everything that had happened to her?

Philip slid his hands to Grace's waist and kissed her gently, like he was afraid she might break like porcelain. His lips were so soft against hers, so caring. Grace didn't know what to do. In real life, this was the boy who had tried to kill her, who had sided with the person who tried to use her.

But there was something else there too. She remembered that feeling when Philip had first told her he loved her. She didn't want to admit it at the time, but a part of her did understand Philip. Despite the outcome, he wanted to free her from all the pain and pressure. He wanted to save her.

This was a dream, wasn't it? None of this was real. Nothing she did or said here counted.

Grace kissed Philip back, her hands linking behind his neck. At first, he took a sharp intake of breath in surprise. Then he pressed his lips harder against her, pushing her backwards until her back struck the wall, sending an axe and a sword clattering to the floor. Even then they didn't stop to pick the weapons up. "Does he really love me?"  Grace thought. "Here and in the real world? Will he really will do anything for me?"

That was when Philip suddenly gasped, releasing her and collapsing to his knees. Grace ran to him as he lay groaning on the floor, clutching his side. There was blood soaking through his training gear, but it was burning and sizzling. With a jolt, Grace realised that this was the injury he mentioned earlier. This was all scarily familiar...

"Philip? Philip what do I do?" Grace cried, gripping his hand as he wheezed. Luckily, she didn't have to do anything. Her brother, Jian, came rushing in, dropping to his knees next to Grace. Around his neck, Grace noticed a crystal glowing green.

Her crystal.

She looked down. Philip had the exact same crystal. How did she not notice before?

"Philip," Jian whispered as Philip let out a strangled choking sound. "Yào jiānqiáng. Bāngzhù jíjāng dàolái. Yào jiānqiáng"

Stay strong. Help is coming. Stay strong.

Just as he finished, a Silent Brother, who Grace recognised as Brother Enoch, swept into the room, pushing Jian and Grace out of the way. Brother Enoch exposed the ugly wound: a deep burning brand seared into his side, oozing blood and steaming.

It was the symbol of Yanluo.

Grace was on her knees, her hands to her mouth and tears streaming down her face. Jian wrapped his arms around her from behind, rocking her gently and whispering in her ear but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Brother Enoch applied a salve onto the brand and drew a rune on Philip's skin. The brand slowly stopped bleeding like it never happened at all.

Jian was still holding Grace as she trembled. "You must leave," Brother Enoch said to Jian. "You must leave now."

"We're not leaving Philip," Jian said. "I'm his parabatai and Grace is his fiancé. We're not leaving him."

"It is too dangerous to move him," Brother Enoch said. "I cannot continue the treatment if you are here. His fiance's presence will only distress him further."

"What about the wedding tomorrow?" Jian asked. "You know how his treatment leaves him." Brother Enoch didn't say anything for a while.

"There will be other days for him to marry," he finally said.

"But he won't have many left to enjoy his marriage," Jian whispered.

Grace looked at Philip who lay gasping on the floor, soaked with sweat. His eyes were closed and his face scrunched up in pain. This was all her fault. She had let this carry on. In this nightmare, it wasn't her or Jem affected by Yanluo...it was Philip. No matter what anyone did, no one deserved to be cursed by that demon.

No one.

Brother Enoch pulled a knife and a vial from his robes. Grace noticed Jian turn pale and visibly swallow. What kind of treatment was this? "You must go now," the Silent Brother said to her. "You don't need to see this. He doesn't want you to see this."

Jian pulled Grace to her feet and guided her out of the training room door. Grace turned and buried her face into Jian's shoulder as a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the training room, followed by a shriek and then a fierce sob.

"It's all right," Jian said, trying to comfort her.

"What did Yanluo do to him Jem- I mean, Jian?" Grace stammered. "Please. Why is he suffering like this?"

"Grace, you know why," Jian sighed.

"Please," she whispered. "Tell me again." Jian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Philip's parents were killed in the London Institute by Yanluo," he said. "He tortured Philip in front of them by branding him with demon metal. To make matters worse, a bit of demon metal broke off and buried itself into him. The curse of Yanluo prevents it from being removed permanently. Every time to Silent Brothers do, it always appears back again, almost like it grows."

"You mean, they cut it out of him?" she gasped.

"Yes," Jian said. "That's what Brother Enoch is doing now. If they don't, the demon metal will keep on travelling to his heart...where it will eventually kill him. It would be a painful death."

There was another scream and both Carstairs winced.

"I can't even begin to imagine the pain he goes through each day," Jian continued, shaking his head. "The Clave sent him here to live as it was far away from London. This is where he became my parabatai. This is where he fell in love with you, Gracey. Do you really not remember any of this?"

Grace's head was spinning. Yanluo branded Philip with demon metal? There was a piece inside of him? Demon metal literally burned the angel blood out of Shadowhunters in excessive amounts. Sometimes demons would kill Shadowhunters with demon metal weapons. There was no way to survive it. It would always catch up eventually.

"He's dying, isn't he?" she whispered.

"Yes," Jian said softly, fiddling with his crystal which was glowing a ferocious green and black. Fear and pain.

"This is all my fault," Grace said.

"How is this your fault, Gracey?" he asked.

"Jian, what if I told you that your life here wasn't real?" she said. "What if I said that all of this is just a vision to trick me into giving someone what they want? Everything about this place is perfect...except for this. This is how I know it's a trick. Because it isn't perfect. No matter what Philip did in the real world, I never wanted to hurt him like this. This is what Yanluo thinks I want. I wouldn't want any of this if it meant someone else's life was painful like...like ours is in the real world." Jian just stared at her. Grace half expected him to disappear and she'd have to face Yanluo but he didn't. He was looking past her at Brother Enoch.

His robes and hands were smothered with blood. He looked calm as he spoke: "It is done. He must now rest...until the next time I am called. I will take him to his room. But you must know, he cannot survive many more attacks. It is becoming too much for him to handle. He demon metal is nearing his heart. I fear that he won't live to see his twentieth birthday."

Jian swallowed but didn't say anything. Grace followed Brother Enoch, who was carrying Philip in his arms, to Philip's room. There he laid him down and silently left. Jian told Grace that they should leave him and go to bed but later that night, she again snuck out of her room and into Philip's.

He was awake, the covers thrown off him, his breathing rapid and painful. He didn't say anything as she crossed his room, laid on the bed with him and rested her head on his shoulder, careful of the bandages and runes decorating his side.

"I'm sorry, Gracey," he mumbled, not having the strength to do much else.

"It's not you fault," she whispered as exhaustion took over him. "It's mine." She fell asleep very quickly afterwards. It was the first full night of sleep she'd had in years.

-*-*-*-*- Will -*-*-*-*-

Will leant on the wall outside Grace's room. The Silent Brothers were here to take Grace away to the Silent City, where they'd keep her imprisoned for the rest of her life.

They opened the door, with Brother Enoch carrying a fitful Grace, and started down the corridor.

"She will be quite safe, William Herondale," Brother Enoch said. "There is no need to worry." Will only nodded. Brother Enoch had always taken a keen interest in Grace and Jem. He genuinely did seem to care for them. Whether that was because he used to be a Carstairs in his life time, Will didn't know. He was just grateful for him. At least someone else cared.

Will watched them take Grace away before stepping into her room. Jem was in the armchair, his head in his hands and elbows resting on his knees. Even Will didn't know what to say to him right now. He reached out to pat Jem's back but Jem grabbed his wrist angrily and shoved Will away with a snarl. Will stood shocked as Jem threw his jade cane across the room, clattering into books and smashing a glass vase. He stormed out, leaving Will to clean up the mess.

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Yes my romance was awful but I had to do it to set up the next few chapters. It was terrible so yeah.

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