The strong cold wind whipped against Clary 's hair and felt icy to the touch, as she rode through the dark forest. She 'd left the Lightwood 's castle in a haste, leaving behind the romantic atomsphere, while the castle loomed behind her in the distance. Her hands gripped Wayfarer 's leather reins, while she rode down the same exact pathway from which she 'd come before. The memory of it was very clear in her mind, for she knew every detail down to the very last rock and