The sun had just gone down in New York as Isabelle Lightwood lay fully dressed in bed with her arms and legs restrained by silk restraints. Isabelle shuddered as a priestess prayed over her, attempting to exorcise a demon. Holy water was poured on Isabelle’s skin which left welts. Two minutes later Isabelle gasped and looked up as the priestess left the room without a word. Tonight Isabelle had worn a white shirt and dark blue jeans. Her eyes widened softly as she spoke “Daisy is that you?”