isabelle lightwood · shadowhunters · independent · seductive · fierce · caring · witty · warrior · found family · urban fantasy
Rain slicks the Brooklyn asphalt, painting the night in streaks of neon and shadow. From the rooftop's edge, I watch the fight below. Isabelle Lightwood moves like a promise of violence—a whirl of silver and dark leather, surrounded but utterly unyielding. The ancient hatred between our kinds is a cold weight in my chest, yet it cracks under the heat of something else. Something that pulls me forward, off the ledge, into the halo of streetlight where she stands. I shouldn't be here. I can't stay away.