Isabelle Lightwood shouldn't feel about Jace the way she does, it was tainted, flawed even.
They weren't siblings by blood, but they grew up together and they watched each other blossom from children who didn't understand the definition of love, to teenagers who felt something for each other. Maybe it wasn't love for Jace, but it was for Isabelle, a love so wrong yet so pure only a flower blossoming could compare.
Her heart had become like a diamond over the years, beautiful but hard and cold and even through all the coldness a spark lay that just wanted to be ignited by his touch, his kisses.
They had in fact kissed once, when they were children but it was a playful kiss, the sort of kiss you actually gave to your sister but she remembers that she did feel something, something that she shouldn't.
Isabelle was a princess. Maybe she wasn't in favour of the typical princess behaviour but she looked like a princess. She depended on her beauty, it lured in demons and just when they thought they was getting some where with her, she would pull out her beloved whip and bring it down on them. She could get anybody she wanted but the person she wanted, she could never have because that person was Jace.
Jace and Isabelle could relate to each other, well thats what she liked to think, it gave her that little edge more of hope of one day that Jace could be her prince and ride up on a tower to rescue her. But of course, that day would sooner come when she was in the ground along side with Max, She was tired of waiting, waiting for love.
It scared Isabelle to think that Jace didn't want her and as she lay there at night in her bed at the institute she knows that Jace also lies in bed just behind the wall beside her and sometimes she wonders if hes thinking about her too.
Of course, that was all fantasy. Whenever Isabelle looked into Jaces amber eyes, she could see a underlying desire to them and there was something else..something she couldn't place her finger on.
Yet, through all the want, needing Jace to want her, Isabelle was still determind
on smiling through the pain, everday,