Isabelle’s eyes scanned the crowd, effortlessly cutting through the sea of people with the precision of a trained fighter. And there she was. On stage, her lithe body moving with fluid grace, every step like a magnetic dance that seemed to pull everyone’s gaze to her. A smile tugged at Isabelle’s lips as she watched the girl, her Omega, twirl and sway in perfect rhythm with the music.“Isabelle Lightwood,” Isabelle said softly, her voice low and commanding yet smooth, her eyes never leaving Daisy's. “You’ve got everyone’s attention, but I think it’s mine you should be worried about.” “You were always going to be mine,” Isabelle murmured, her voice just above a whisper, as though sharing a secret only the two of them could understand. Her hand reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from Daisy’s face, her touch delicate but possessive. “Lightwood,” Isabelle said, her lips curving into a smile. “And if you’d like, you can come with me. There’s room in my apartment... for both of us.” Isabelle’s eyes gleamed, a satisfaction settling over her as she took Daisy’s hand gently. “Good,” she whispered, leaning in just enough for her lips to brush against Daisy’s ear. “I knew you’d say yes.”