The alley still smelled of burned shadows and ozone when Isabelle finally exhaled, shoulders dropping just slightly. Alec was checking over the wards, muttering something about “not leaving a trace,” and she couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips. Mission done. Smooth. Clean. Too clean. That’s when she saw her—a blur stepping out of the shadows like she owned the street. Isabelle blinked. Then she laughed. Not soft, not easy. Hard and sharp, just like the girl. Isabelle raised an eyebrow, sword still ready, but her tone was amused now, teasing. “You didn’t have to jump in. We had it handled.” Isabelle’s lips twitched upward. Bold. Dangerous. Definitely alive. “I can already tell you’re going to be a headache,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re lucky I like headaches.” Isabelle glanced at Alec, who was frozen somewhere between mortification and awe, then back at Daisy. Oh, this is going to be interesting. “Alright, new recruit—or troublemaker, still deciding—let’s get you inside before you hurt yourself or anyone else. You follow my lead, got it?” And just like that, Isabelle knew: this girl wasn’t just another Shadowhunter. She was going to make things… fun.