"Show me again!" Jace called to her from the metal chair where he sat perched watching Ridley carefully as she climbed up the rope to the beam above his head. The beam she was pulling herself onto was one of many, set up about twenty feet in the rafters of the Institute's attic where the main training room was located. Typically, there would be cord tied around her for safety. But she insisted on not wearing it.

She twisted around with perfect coordination. "Haven't you seen me flip off this damn beam enough?" Ridley sat down on the beam, letting her toned legs dangle out into the air underneath her.

"Ridley, just do it."

"Fine." Ridley rose up on the beam, her bare feet skimming the edges cautiously. She was used to training in thick leathers and boots, but tonight she was in nothing more than a simple sports bar and yoga shorts. It was slightly throwing her balance off since she was not used to feeling so light. She looked down, focusing on the exact spot she wanted to land. With one deep breath, she dove forward and flipped off the beam. Her feet landed flat on the ground, twenty feet down. Jace's eyes scanned up and down her rune covered body, checking it for any irregularities or injuries. Nothing. He handed her a bottle of water as she flopped herself into the metal chair. "Can we go eat now? Or shower? Or heaven forbid, leave the damn Institute?" She chugged half the water down. "Come on. Let's go to Pandemonium and dance."

Jace raised an eyebrow and gave in. "Fine, but tomorrow, I want to train more. I can't help if you don't let me in."

Ridley lifted herself off the chair, sliding down onto the floor into a split bringing her head to her knee. "We will, I promise." Her voice muffled from the fact that she was face down and pretty much talking to the floor. She sat up, cracking her back. "Just don't push me too hard, it will set off my temper. I think we all have learned that."

Jace nodded as the door to the training room opened slowly. Isabelle stood in the doorway, coffee cup in hand. "You guys want to go out tonight?"

Ridley smiled at her. "Only if you help me get ready. I am in serious need of some girl time!"

Jace cringed as Isabelle shrieked loudly with joy. She pulled Ridley up off the floor and ushered her toward the door. "I am stealing her, Jace!" She called as she waved through the door behind Ridley.

Pandemonium was just as packed with Downworlders and mundanes as it had been the week before. As per usual, they glided in past the large bouncer guarding the door, making their way into the busy building. Isabelle and Ridley leading the boys behind them. Had it not been for Ridley's bright blonde hair, she and Isabelle would almost look like sisters. Both wearing skin-tight short black dresses, Isabelle accessorizing hers with thigh-high boots as Ridley opted for short booties. Neither one allowing themselves heels less than four inches.

Ridley could feel the eyes of everyone they passed on her skin. Normally that would just amp her up, but tonight was supposed to be about fun. A night out to dance and drink and laugh. And it was certainly seeming to start out that way. Ridley and Jace were standing at a table in the corner together with Alec as Isabelle grinded up against a faerie night name Meloirn on the crowded dance floor.

"You need a drink?" Jace shouted over the music into her ear.

She nodded into his shoulder as he left a sweet kiss on her forehead. She stayed at the table as Alec and Jace made their way through the crowd and out of sight. Knowing that they were probably looking for trouble as well, she decided to turn her gaze back to the dance floor. The music blared through her, urging her to the floor. She looked around for Jace, but there was no site of him.

"Can I ask you to dance?" A voice came from behind her. She turned around, her eyes meeting the dark gaze of a stranger behind her.

The first thing that grabbed her were in fact those eyes. They were black, at least in the dim light of the club, and familiar. He was tall and thin, but just as muscular as Jace. His pale blonde hair was almost white in the dark lighting that surrounded them. And there was something intriguingly charming about his slightly crooked smile.

Ridley shook her head lightly. Jace would be back soon and she was sure he wouldn't be too happy if he found her on the dance floor with some random guy. But then again, she was not his girlfriend. And he left her there, probably to find a fight to start. So, she decided to change her mind. Something about this guy screamed safe. Maybe not safe. It was something. Something pulling her to him.

He held out a hand to her and once she took it he led her to the dance floor. Together, they moved to the music. The mystery man turning her around to face him, settling his hands on the small of her back. His eyes watched her table as Alec and Jace reappeared, keeping her facing him instead of letting her turn around to see that they had come back. But soon she grew tired of his forwardness and opted to head off of the dance floor.

And she returned to a not so happy Jace. "What is wrong with you?"

He shook his head and ignored the question not realizing that he was starting to make the wheels turn in the back of her mind. Her temper was creeping in on her. Her eyes started to go darker. But instead of blacking out and let her anger take her over, she just walked away leaving Jace standing at the table. He stared after her, watching as the guy from the dance floor trailed behind her. Finding it odd that this guy appeared from nowhere, he followed as well.

"Ridley, slow down." She thought Jace was the one calling after, but when she turned around on the sidewalk, she realized it was not Jace at all. There she stood face to face with the guy from the dance floor no longer able to be drowned out by the deafening music. He stared down at her. "I was hoping we could talk."

"How do you know my name?" She raised an eyebrow. "And talk? About what… You don't even know me." She turned to continue walking, but he gripped her wrist and pulled her back to him. Looking down at his hand, her eyes went dark again. This time she was not going to fight it. "I suggest you remove your hand now."

He let out a low chuckle leaving his hand where it was. "And what are you going to do, princess?" His grip tightened. "You have no idea who I am."

Her eyes slanted into a dark glare. Focus, she told herself. Her mind went blank, concentrating on the long fingers wrapped around her wrist. Flames began to curl out of her fingertips, the skin beneath her wrist becoming extremely hot. Her concentration steadied and the heat rose even hotter. His grip loosening as the heat under his grip become more and more unbearable.

Finally, he released her arm. "I see you have been working on that. Pretty impressive."

"Who are you?" Her eyes lightened as she brought herself back.

"Oh, you will find out soon enough."

The loud screech of tires behind her caused her to turn away from him, only for a second. But when she returned her focus, he was gone. "Fuck!"

Jace had finally made his way out of the club only to find Ridley alone and angry. "Who was that guy?"

Ridley, now sitting on the curb, shrugged her shoulders as she stared across the busy street. "I don't know. I really don't know." She turned to face him as he slumped himself down beside her. "There was something about him though. I don't trust him. And I most certainly do not like him." She rubbed her wrist trying to dull the stinging sensation that was pulsing through it. "I am pretty sure I made my point though when I told him to leave me alone."

"What did you do?" Jace stared at her, debating on whether he should put an arm around her. He did. "Tell me what happened, Ridley."

Ridley looked at him blankly. "I burned him." She stopped rubbing her wrist and held it over to him. It was covered in what looked to be ash and heat was still radiating from it. Tears began to stream down her face as she turned to him with pain filled eyes. "What is wrong with me?"

"Maybe it was this Jonathan from the journal. You said he had some matching features? Hair color and such?" Roslyn flipped through the parchment pages to an entry she had marked and handed it to Jace. "Here, read this."

Jace nodded and cleared his throat. "May 12th, 1994. They've named her Ridley. She is beautiful, the spitting image Jessamine Lovelace really with that long blonde hair and those dark eyes. If you watch her eyes long enough, you can see little sparks flickering. I know the blood is running through the veins under her skin. I fear her mother is taking her away though. I have heard talks of London. Daphne knows I watch her. She knows I am alive." His eyes shifted to Ridley, who had sprawled out on her back on the hard floor.

"And we did go to London. We left Idris right after my fourth birthday. Roslyn will remember, but I hardly do." She moved her body into a sitting position and turned around to them. "So, this man thinks that he did something to me to incorporate demon blood into my blood. How is that even possible?"

Roslyn shrugged her shoulders before answering her sister, "I have been searching the Institute for more journals, but that was the only one I could find. There are more though, they are numbered. Even if there is no name, just talks of a manor house on the outskirts of Alicante. He talks about visiting the ruins of the Fairchild manor home, so maybe the house is near it." Roslyn looked down at her younger sister. "We have to go for the Clave meeting as it is. We can search while we are home."

Ridley hesitated before reluctantly agreeing with her sister. "That is a few weeks away."

"But we are all going. It won't look suspicious when I show up with you, I will be coming with the Lightwoods as it is." Jace chimed in. "We will find the other journals."