A/N: This is my fifth story but I'm still updating the others too. I up date which ever has more reviews at the time so enjoy and review.

It had been three days since the fireworks, and everything was going good, that is other than my training with Isabelle, Alec and Jace. I sighed getting up out of bed. Mom said I could live at the institute but I had to call her every day. Stretching, I stood and went to my drawers. Isabelle had completely trashed all my clothes and went out to by me more. Now my standard training outfit was a short black skirt (if you can fight in that you can fight in anything) and a tight tank top. She tried to make me wear stilettos too but that I fought even harder than the skirt.

Getting dressed I tore down the stairs, if I was late my partner (whoever it was today) was going to throw a hissy fit and punish me.

Finally I made it. Sighing i looked up to see Jace, today's training partner. That surprised me because usually he avoided training me. He said it was too hard to picture me as a target. "She makes it, with five seconds to spare."

"Let's just get this over with." I said, bracing for his first attack.

Sighing Jace shook his head and threw himself at me.