In the distance she could hear a faint delicate noise, like wind chimes by a storm. She set off down the corridor slowly, trailing a hand along the wall. 

The sound she was following grew louder. Now she can identify it as the sound of a piano being played with desultory but undeniable skill, though she couldn’t identify the tune. 

Turning the corner, she came to a doorway, the door propped fully open. Peering in she saw what was clearly a music room. A grand piano stood in one corner, and the chairs were arranged against the far wall. 

Jace was seated at the grand piano, his slender hands moving rapidly over the keys. He was barefoot, dressed in jeans and a gray T-shirt, his tawny hair ruffled up around his head as if he’d just woken up. Watching the quick movements of his hands across the keys, Clary remembered how it had felt to be lifted by those hands, his arms holding her up and the stars hurtling down around her head like a rain of silver tinsel.