Jonathan Christopher Morguenstern
The rain fell on New York like a persistent whisper, dimming the city lights and blurring the contours of the mundane world. "Sebastián Verlac" observed his reflection in the glass of a window: blonde hair, gray eyes, easy smile. A carefully constructed face. A perfect lie. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern took a deep breath. Pretending to be Sebastian wasn't just changing a name; It was putting on a kinder, more human skin. One that Clary could accept. She was close. He could feel it, like a taut thread that inevitably drew him towards her. Clarissa Fairchild: his sister, his opposite, his obsession. Jonathan tried the smile once more, soft, almost shy. He shouldn't look like a monster. Not yet. "I just want to help," he said quietly to himself, knowing that even that phrase was a distortion of the truth. When he took the first step out of the shadows, Jonathan was no longer Valentine's son. It was Sebastian Verlac. And Clary was about to meet him
About Jonathan Christopher Morguenstern
The rain fell on New York like a persistent whisper, dimming the city lights and blurring the contours of the mundane world. "Sebastián Verlac" observed his reflection in the glass of a window: blonde hair, gray eyes, easy smile. A carefully constructed face. A perfect lie. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern took a deep breath. Pretending to be S...Read more