Isabelle liked excitement. Really, she did. The stress of tough situations made her feel
alive. But that didn't mean she liked feeling like she was potentially stepping into a hurricane every time she returned home from Fandom. And while things had been calm
enough when she'd returned on Saturday evening, the feeling that it wouldn't last hadn't been her favorite, especially when she didn't seem to have anything she could actually do.
So when she found last night that Alec had taken off without her to go on some mission to help Clary at Luke's (with Jace, no less, since no one respected his house arrest)... She hadn't been happy. And she was even less so this morning when he still wasn't back, but their dad was. Along with their mother and the Inquisitor.
When the latter decided she wanted a word with Lucian Graymark – because calling him Luke just wasn't okay, apparently – yeah, that didn't make Isabelle any happier, either.
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