Perched up on a large windowsill, Ridley sat watching the light from the setting sun glitter off the Demon Towers in the distance. Alicante was living up to its nickname well as the evening enveloped the party going on around her inside the Accords Hall. People were passing by back and forth, but no one seemed to look twice at her. Her long gold ball gown covered by a dark green cloak, her face turned away from them. She felt as if she were invisible. But this was not the day to feel invisible.

The witchlights in the Hall sparkled leaving a soft glow lingering through the large room. Light music drifted through air. Women in simple yet beautiful gowns, the men in their plain black ceremonial gear. Everyone waiting around, wine in hand. They were waiting. Waiting for her.

Isabelle rushed towards her down the corridor. "Have you been here all along?" She took hold of Ridley's hand and led her back through the hallway to a room near the end. "Sit down, let me fix your makeup. It is almost time!" As she touched up Ridley's eye shadow, she noticed that she was abnormally quiet. "Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, actually." Ridley stared up at her and smiled as Isabelle touched up her blush. "I don't want to cry, but I am oddly numb. But then again, that is how I act when I am nervous. How do I look?"

Isabelle backed up from her, pulling her up from the chair. "You look like an angel." Tears formed in her eyes and she waved her hand lightly in front of them in an attempt to stop her mascara from running. "You are gorgeous!"

Ridley smiled at her and wrapped her up in a hug. "I love you, Izzy. I don't know what I would do without you." Almost instinctively, they touched each other's matching rune at the same time.

Isabelle smiled back at her, grabbing her hand and pulling her out into the hallway. "Come on, let's get you married!"

Together, they walked arm in arm down the aisle in the center of the room toward her awaiting future. Amid the guests surrounding them were many familiar smiling faces including her mother whom she did not ask to walk with her. She instead asked her parabatai. Isabelle Lightwood, her best friend, her maid of honor. Jace, dressed in black ceremonial gear with bright gold runes, stood with an oddly happy smile plastered on his face as he watched Ridley teeter down the aisle in her shimmering gold gown. Alec stood beside him, Roslyn stood opposite.

You look beautiful, he mouthed to her as she took his hand. His hands were shaking from nerves and his eyes had already started to water. Lightly she brushed her thumb across his check, wiping a runaway tear from his face. A soft smile drawn across her face. Her engagement ring, a mundane tradition they decided to take on, sparkled wildly as she placed her left hand into his vacant one.

Near the end of the ceremony, their steles were handed to them by the maid of honor and best man. Jace was first, drawing the wedded union rune on her arm then above her heart. Ridley followed after drawing the same rune in the same areas on him. Finally it was time to kiss the bride and just as Jace started to lean in, something caught her eye.

He was there.

Ridley's eye shot open and she sat up quickly, searching the room around her. Who was that? She racked her brain, trying to put a name to the face of the man in her dream. But she couldn't. She did not know who he was.

As she calmed herself down, she realized that Jace was asleep beside her. Feeling much safer, she laid back down and curled up next to him. Half-asleep he wrapped his arms around her, leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead. She breathed him in, his soft skin peeking through his shirt. Much better.

Her dreams were becoming more and more vivid lately. This one, however, was much milder than the day dreams she had had earlier. This was happy and beautiful, but it ended with something that just felt wrong. Not her and Jace, but that man. His harsh features and dark eyes just standing there, staring at her. And Isabelle, her parabatai? When was that going to happen? So much in that dream confused her. With all these thoughts running through her mind, she was unable to fall back asleep. No matter how comforting Jace's arms were.

There was a soft, nimble rapping on the door. It was Roslyn. Upon opening it, Roslyn urged her to follow her. She slipped on a sweater and padded barefoot down the hall behind her sister to the library. She noticed a small book in her hands, tiny post-its marking multiple pages. She lightly took her arm, pulling her to a stop in the hallway. "What is that?"

Roslyn looked down in her hands. The journal. "It is what I have to show you. Now, come on." She pulled away from her and continued toward the library where she had more books stacked in a hidden corner.

There were many different titles, but most of them were about the same subject. Demons. There were thick volumes surrounding the two chairs. The Demonic Presence in Shadowhunter Lineage. The History of Demonic Curses. The Many Uses of Demon Blood.

Extremely confused, Ridley stared at her sister. "What is all this about?"

"Well, I was doing some research the last few days while we've been here. About all the oddities about you that you can't explain. I think someone ran some type of experiment on you and our mum when she was pregnant with you," Roslyn started. "Look, if you read this journal, I think you will understand. Start at your birthday and continue." She handed Ridley the worn leather book and continued. "Once I read that, I cross examined some of the entries with information from these books. And it is starting to make a lot of sense as to why you can do what you do. I mean, if you –," Roslyn cut off as Ridley raised her hand.

Ridley sighed loudly. "You expect me to believe that I am what? Part demon?" Her voice raising unintentionally. "So because I am a much better Shadowhunter than you, with a set of skills that you don't have, you decide that I am really some filthy Downworlder?" She stood up tossing the heavy books Roslyn had placed in her lap onto the ground with a thump. "That is your explanation?"

The loudness of the conversation had woken Jace and he quickly made his way through the hall to the library. He hoped he had made it before anyone else at the Institute had been woken up as well. His mouth gaped open at the sight in the library. "Ridley!" He shouted from the doorway.

Ridley was still standing in that back corner with her sister. However, now, she was hovering over Roslyn with black eyes and small flames escaping her fingertips. Jace's voice seemed to trail through her mind like a distant memory as she continued to scold and threaten her older sister. "You think that I am some monster because you can't do what I do. Newsflash there Ros, it isn't my fault you are incapable! Mum knew I was the strong child, the one with the potential. You are just her sweet little bookworm that she sends along out of sheer pity. Because that is what you are. Pitiful."

Her words dripped like daggers through Roslyn. They cut her like a million knives, piece by piece. But when Ridley had finished, Roslyn did not cower beneath her. Instead she stood, raising her head and turning away from Ridley, making her way through the library toward the door. Her sister however did not appreciate the gesture and with incredible speed, cut her off just a few feet from Jace.

Her hands were raised, heading for Roslyn's neck. "Maybe you don't realize that I could kill you, just snap your neck, with my bare hands. Roslyn, are you listening to –," her words were cut short as Jace pummeled her to the ground, holding her arms at her side as she writhed underneath him while he placed a silence rune upon her skin.

Jace looked up at Roslyn quickly. "I've got her. Are you alright?" Ridley kicked and tried to scream underneath him. She was a very strong girl. But Jace was stronger at this moment. His golden eyes stared down into her black ones and as they locked, he could feel her body slowing. The color returning just before they closed and her body went limp.

"Is she okay?!" Roslyn dropped down beside her sister, scooping her head into her lap. She sat there, softly running her fingers through the tangled blonde curls.

Jace didn't really know what to do. It was as if Ridley had been possessed. He stood there, looking down at the girls. Then, without much thought, he lifted her flimsy body up from Roslyn and into his arms. "Let's get her to bed."

When Ridley woke it was nearly dinner time at the Institute. The smell wafting through the halls from the kitchen. Her head was pounding, her fingertips burned. Slowly, she raised herself up, but the weight of her head pushed her back down. She groaned in pain as she buried her face in the pillow. Her hand reached over to her nightstand pulling her stele to her. An iratze should help, she thought. So she drew one above her heart and almost instantly, her head cleared.

With her legs swung over the bed side, she rested for another moment. She could hear voices outside her door, the sound of dishes clanking in hands. She strained for a minute in an attempt to hear them, then suddenly they were perfectly clear. Her ears taking in every word as if they were standing right next to her. It was something she didn't question. Outside was Jace. And her sister. But what she was hearing was not something she ever thought she would.

"Roslyn, its fine. No one will know about what happened last night." Jace whispered, but to Ridley it was not a whisper.

The words rang through her mind, tears filling her eyes. But then the door opened. Quickly, she rubbed her eyes clean and looked up at him as he set a tray down on the bed. He pulled a chair up to her, sitting across from her, pulling her fragile hands into his lap. She stared at him with a mixture of amazement and disgust. "Roslyn, its fine. No one will know about what happened last night," she repeated.

"You heard me?" His eyes went wide. "Do you remember last night?"

She shifted her weight. "What are you talking about?" Her eyes slanted into a glare. "If you wanted my sister that bad, you should have just told me."

Jace's mouth dropped open. "What!"

"Don't lie to me, Jace. I heard the conversation you two were having in front of my door. I heard every word."

His head shook in disbelief. "I didn't sleep with your sister last night, Ridley." He gripped her hands. "I slept with you. Right here, in a chair. You really don't remember anything, do you?"

The stern glare had disappeared leaving her there in front of him with tear filled eyes. "What happened?" She looked down at her hands. She knew something terrible had happened. "What have I done?"