should have waited till we were alone somewhere, maybe with the rest of his family. And nothing breakable
close by — like windows . . . cars . . . school buildings. His face brought back all my fear and then some.
Though his expression was past the fear now — it was pure fury that was suddenly plain on his features.
“So where do you want to go out for dinner?” Charlie asked. “The sky’s the limit.”
“I can cook.”
“Don’t be silly. Do you want to go to the Lodge?” he asked with an eager smile.
I did not particularly enjoy Charlie’s favorite restaurant, but, at this point, what was the difference? I
wasn’t going to be able to eat anyway.
“Sure, the Lodge, cool,” I said.
Charlie smiled wider, and then sighed. He turned his head halfway toward Edward, without really looking
at him.
“You coming, too, Edward?”
I stared at him, my eyes beseeching. Edward pulled his expression together just before Charlie turned to
see why he hadn’t gotten an answer.
“No, thank you,” Edward said stiffly, his face hard and cold.
“Do you have plans with your parents?” Charlie asked, a frown in his voice. Edward was always more
polite than Charlie deserved; the sudden hostility surprised him.
“Yes. If you’ll excuse me. . . .” Edward turned abruptly and stalked away through the dwindling crowd.
He moved just a little bit too fast, too upset to keep up his usually perfect charade.
“What did I say?” Charlie asked with a guilty expression.
“Don’t worry about it, Dad,” I reassured him. “I don’t think it’s you.”
“Are you two fighting again?”
“Nobody’s fighting. Mind your own business.”
“You are my business.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go eat.”
The Lodge was crowded. The place was, in my opinion, overpriced and tacky, but it was the only thing
close to a formal restaurant in town, so it was always popular for events. I stared morosely at a depressed-
looking stuffed elk head while Charlie ate prime rib and talked over the back of the seat to Tyler Crowley’s
parents. It was noisy — everyone there had just come from graduation, and most were chatting across the
aisles and over the booth-tops like Charlie.
I had my back to the front windows, and I resisted the urge to turn around and search for the eyes I could
feel on me now. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see anything. Just as I knew there was no chance that he would
leave me unguarded, even for a second. Not after this.
Dinner dragged. Charlie, busy socializing, ate too slowly. I picked at my burger, stuffing pieces of it into
my napkin when I was sure his attention was somewhere else. It all seemed to take a very long time, but when
I looked at the clock — which I did more often than necessary — the hands hadn’t moved much.
Finally Charlie got his change back and put a tip on the table. I stood up.
“In a hurry?” he asked me.
“I want to help Alice set things up,” I claimed.
“Okay.” He turned away from me to say goodnight to everyone. I went out to wait by the cruiser.
I leaned against the passenger door, waiting for Charlie to drag himself away from the impromptu party. It
was almost dark in the parking lot, the clouds so thick that there was no telling if the sun had set or not. The air
felt heavy, like it was about to rain.
Something moved in the shadows.
My gasp turned into a sigh of relief as Edward appeared out of the gloom.
Without a word, he pulled me tightly against his chest. One cool hand found my chin, and pulled my face
up so that he could press his hard lips to mine. I could feel the tension in his jaw.
“How are you?” I asked as soon as he let me breathe.
“Not so great,” he murmured. “But I’ve got a handle on myself. I’m sorry that I lost it back there.”
“My fault. I should have waited to tell you.”
“No,” he disagreed. “This is something I needed to know. I can’t believe I didn’t see it!”
“You’ve got a lot on your mind.”
“And you don’t?”
He suddenly kissed me again, not letting me answer. He pulled away after just a second. “Charlie’s on his
way.”
“I’ll have him drop me at your house.”
“I’ll follow you there.”
“That’s not really necessary,” I tried to say, but he was already gone.
“Bella?” Charlie called from the doorway of the restaurant, squinting into the darkness.
“I’m out here.”
Charlie sauntered out to the car, muttering about impatience.
“So, how do you feel?” he asked me as we drove north along the highway. “It’s been a big day.”
“I feel fine,” I lied.
He laughed, seeing through me easily. “Worried about the party?” he guessed.
“Yeah,” I lied again.
This time he didn’t notice. “You were never one for the parties.”
“Wonder where I got that from,” I murmured.
Charlie chuckled. “Well, you look really nice. I wish I’d thought to get you something. Sorry.”
“Don’t be silly, Dad.”
“It’s not silly. I feel like I don’t always do everything for you that I should.”
“That’s ridiculous. You do a fantastic job. World’s best dad. And . . .” It wasn’t easy to talk about
feelings with Charlie, but I persevered after clearing my throat. “And I’m really glad I came to live with you,
Dad. It was the best idea I ever had. So don’t worry — you’re just experiencing post-graduation pessimism.”
He snorted. “Maybe. But I’m sure I slipped up in a few places. I mean, look at your hand!”
I stared down blankly at my hands. My left hand rested lightly on the dark brace I rarely thought about.
My broken knuckle didn’t hurt much anymore.
“I never thought I needed to teach you how to throw a punch. Guess I was wrong about that.”
“I thought you were on Jacob’s side?”
“No matter what side I’m on, if someone kisses you without your permission, you should be able to make
your feelings clear without hurting yourself. You didn’t keep your thumb inside your fist, did you?”
“No, Dad. That’s kind of sweet in a weird way, but I don’t think lessons would have helped. Jacob’s
head is really hard.”
Charlie laughed. “Hit him in the gut next time.”
“Next time?” I asked incredulously.
“Aw, don’t be too hard on the kid. He’s young.”
“He’s obnoxious.”
“He’s still your friend.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I don’t really know what the right thing to do here is, Dad.”
Charlie nodded slowly. “Yeah. The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one
person is the wrong thing for someone else. So . . . good luck figuring that out.”
“Thanks,” I muttered dryly.
Charlie laughed again, and then frowned. “If this party gets too wild . . . ,” he began.
“Don’t worry about it, Dad. Carlisle and Esme are going to be there. I’m sure you can come, too, if you
want.”
Charlie grimaced as he squinted through the windshield into the night. Charlie enjoyed a good party just
about as much as I did.
“Where’s the turnoff, again?” he asked. “They ought to clear out their drive — it’s impossible to find in the
dark.”
“Just around the next bend, I think.” I pursed my lips. “You know, you’re right — it is impossible to find.
Alice said she put a map in the invitation, but even so, maybe everyone will get lost.” I cheered up slightly at
the idea.
“Maybe,” Charlie said as the road curved to the east. “Or maybe not.”
The black velvet darkness was interrupted ahead, just where the Cullens’ drive should be. Someone had
wrapped the trees on either side in thousands of twinkle lights, impossible to miss.
“Alice,” I said sourly.
“Wow,” Charlie said as we turned onto the drive. The two trees at the entry weren’t the only ones lit.
Every twenty feet or so, another shining beacon guided us toward the big white house. All the way — all three
miles of the way.
“She doesn’t do things halfway, does she?” Charlie mumbled in awe.
“Sure you don’t want to come in?”
“Extremely sure. Have fun, kid.”
“Thanks so much, Dad.”
He was laughing to himself as I got out and shut the door. I watched him drive away, still grinning. With a
sigh, I marched up the stairs to endure my party.
17. ALLIANCE
“BELLA?”
Edward’s soft voice came from behind me. I turned to see him spring lightly up the porch steps, his hair
windblown from running. He pulled me into his arms at once, just like he had in the parking lot, and kissed me
again.
This kiss frightened me. There was too much tension, too strong an edge to the way his lips crushed mine
— like he was afraid we only had so much time left to us.
I couldn’t let myself think about that. Not if I was going to have to act human for the next several hours. I
pulled away from him.
“Let’s get this stupid party over with,” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes.
He put his hands on either side of my face, waiting until I looked up.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I touched his lips with the fingers of my good hand. “I’m not worried about myself so much.”
“Why am I not surprised by that?” he muttered to himself. He took a deep breath, and then he smiled
slightly. “Ready to celebrate?” he asked.
I groaned.
He held the door for me, keeping his arm securely around my waist. I stood frozen there for a minute, then
I slowly shook my head.
“Unbelievable.”
Edward shrugged. “Alice will be Alice.”
The interior of the Cullens’ home had been transformed into a nightclub — the kind that didn’t often exist
in real life, only on TV.
“Edward!” Alice called from beside a gigantic speaker. “I need your advice.” She gestured toward a
towering stack of CDs. “Should we give them familiar and comforting? Or” — she gestured to a different pile
— “educate their taste in music?”
“Keep it comforting,” Edward recommended. “You can only lead the horse to water.”
Alice nodded seriously, and started throwing the educational CDs into a box. I noticed that she had
changed into a sequined tank top and red leather pants. Her bare skin reacted oddly to the pulsing red and
purple lights.
“I think I’m underdressed.”
“You’re perfect,” Edward disagreed.
“You’ll do,” Alice amended.
“Thanks.” I sighed. “Do you really think people will come?” Anyone could hear the hope in my voice.
Alice made a face at me.
“Everyone will come,” Edward answered. “They’re all dying to see the inside of the reclusive Cullens’
mystery house.”
“Fabulous,” I moaned.
There wasn’t anything I could do to help. I doubted that — even after I didn’t need sleep and moved at a
much faster speed — I would ever be able to get things done the way Alice did.
Edward refused to let me go for a second, dragging me along with him as he hunted up Jasper and then
Carlisle to tell them of my epiphany. I listened with quiet horror as they discussed their attack on the army in
Seattle. I could tell that Jasper was not pleased with the way the numbers stood, but they’d been unable to
contact anyone besides Tanya’s unwilling family. Jasper didn’t try to hide his desperation the way Edward
would have. It was easy to see that he didn’t like gambling with stakes this high.
I couldn’t stay behind, waiting and hoping for them to come home. I wouldn’t. I would go mad.
The doorbell rang.
All at once, everything was surreally normal. A perfect smile, genuine and warm, replaced the stress on
Carlisle’s face. Alice turned the volume of the music up, and then danced to get the door.
It was a Suburban-load of my friends, either too nervous or too intimidated to arrive on their own. Jessica
was the first one in the door, with Mike right behind her. Tyler, Conner, Austin, Lee, Samantha . . . even
Lauren trailing in last, her critical eyes alight with curiosity. They all were curious, and then overwhelmed as
they took in the huge room decked out like a chic rave. The room wasn’t empty; all the Cullens had taken
their places, ready to put on their usual perfect human charade. Tonight I felt like I was acting every bit as
much as they were.
I went to greet Jess and Mike, hoping the edge inmy voice sounded like the right kind of excitement.
Before I could get to anyone else, the bell rang again. I let Angela and Ben in, leaving the door wide, because
Eric and Katie were just reaching the steps.
I didn’t get another chance to panic. I had to talk to everyone, concentrate on being upbeat, a hostess.
Though the party had been billed as a joint event for Alice, Edward, and me, there was no denying that I was
the most popular target for congratulations and thanks. Maybe because the Cullens looked just slightly wrong
under Alice’s party lights. Maybe because those lights left the room dim and mysterious. Not an atmosphere
to make your average human feel relaxed when standing next to someone like Emmett. I saw Emmett grin at
Mike over the food table, the red lights gleaming off his teeth, and watched Mike take an automatic step back.
Probably Alice had done this on purpose, to force me into the center of attention — a place she thought I
should enjoy more. She was forever trying to make me be human the way she thought humans should be.
The party was a clear success, despite the instinctive edginess cause by the Cullens’ presence — or
maybe that simply added a thrill to the atmosphere. The music was infectious, the lights almost hypnotic. From
the way the food disappeared, that must have been good, too. The room was soon crowded, though never
claustrophobic. The entire senior class seemed to be there, along with most of the juniors. Bodies swayed to
the beat that rumbled under the soles of their feet, the party constantly on the edge of breaking into a dance.
It wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be. I followed Alice’s lead, mingling and chatting for a minute
with everyone. They seemed easy enough to please. I was sure this party was far cooler than anything the
town of Forks had experienced before. Alice was almost purring — no one here would forget this night.
I’d circled the room once, and was back to Jessica. She babbled excitedly, and it was not necessary to
pay strict attention, because the odds were she wouldn’t need a response from me anytime soon. Edward was
at my side — still refusing to let go of me. He kept one hand securely at my waist, pulling me closer now and
then in response to thoughts I probably didn’t want to hear.
So I was immediately suspicious when he dropped his arm and edged away from me.
“Stay here,” he murmured in my ear. “I’ll be right back.”
He passed gracefully through the crowd without seeming to touch any of the close-packed bodies, gone
too quickly for me to ask why he was leaving. I stared after him with narrowed eyes while Jessica shouted
over the music eagerly, hanging on to my elbow, oblivious to my distraction.
I watched him as he reached the dark shadow beside the kitchen doorway, where the lights only shone
intermittently. He was leaning over someone, but I couldn’t see past all the heads between us.
I stretched up on my toes, craning my neck. Right then, a red light flashed across his back and glinted off
the red sequins of Alice’s shirt. The light only touched her face for half a second, but it was enough.
“Excuse me for a minute, Jess,” I mumbled, pulling my arm away. I didn’t pause for her reaction, even to
see if I’d hurt her feelings with my abruptness.
I ducked my way through the bodies, getting shoved around a bit. A few people were dancing now. I
hurried to the kitchen door.
Edward was gone, but Alice was still there in the dark, her face blank — the kind of expressionless look
you see on the face of someone who has just witnessed a horrible accident. One of her hands gripped the
door frame, like she needed the support.
“What, Alice, what? What did you see?” My hands were clutched in front of me — begging.
She didn’t look at me, she was staring away. I followed her gaze and watched as she caught Edward’s
eye across the room. His face was empty as a stone. He turned and disappeared into the shadows under the
stair.
The doorbell rang just then, hours after the last time, and Alice looked up with a puzzled expression that
quickly turned into one of disgust.
“Who invited the werewolf?” she griped at me.
I scowled. “Guilty.”
I’d thought I’d rescinded that invitation — not that I’d ever dreamed Jacob would come here, regardless.
“Well, you go take care of it, then. I have to talk to Carlisle.”
“No, Alice, wait!” I tried to reach for her arm, but she was gone and my hand clutched the empty air.
“Damn it!” I grumbled.
I knew this was it. Alice had seen what she’d been waiting for, and I honestly didn’t feel I could stand the
suspense long enough to answer the door. The doorbell peeled again, too long, someone holding down the
button. I turned my back toward the door resolutely, and scanned the darkened room for Alice.
I couldn’t see anything. I started pushing for the stairs.
“Hey, Bella!”
Jacob’s deep voice caught a lull in the music, and I looked up in spite of myself at the sound of my name.
I made a face.
It wasn’t just one werewolf, it was three. Jacob had let himself in, flanked on either side by Quil and
Embry. The two of them looked terribly tense, their eyes flickering around the room like they’d just walked
into a haunted crypt. Embry’s trembling hand still held the door, his body half-turned to run for it.
Jacob was waving at me, calmer than the others, though his nose was wrinkled in disgust. I waved back
— waved goodbye — and turned to look for Alice. I squeezed through a space between Conner’s and
Lauren’s backs.
He came out of nowhere, his hand on my shoulder pulling me back toward the shadow by the kitchen. I
ducked under his grip, but he grabbed my good wrist and yanked me from the crowd.
“Friendly reception,” he noted.
I pulled my hand free and scowled at him. “What are you doing here?”
“You invited me, remember?”
“In case my right hook was too subtle for you, let me translate: that was me uninvitingyou.”
“Don’t be a poor sport. I brought you a graduation present and everything.”
I folded my arms across my chest. I didn’t want to fightwith Jacob right now. I wanted to know what
Alice had seen and what Edward and Carlisle were saying about it. I craned my head around Jacob, searching
for them.
“Take it back to the store, Jake. I’ve got to do something. . . .”
He stepped into my line of sight, demanding my attention.
“I can’t take it back. I didn’t get it from the store — I made it myself. Took a really long time, too.”
I leaned around him again, but I couldn’t see any of the Cullens. Where had they gone? My eyes scanned
the darkened room.
“Oh, c’mon, Bell. Don’t pretend like I’m not here!”
“I’m not.” I couldn’t see them anywhere. “Look, Jake, I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”
He put his hand under my chin and pulled my face up. “Could I please have just a few seconds of your
undivided attention, Miss Swan?”
I jerked away from his touch. “Keep your hands to yourself, Jacob,” I hissed.
“Sorry!” he said at once, holding his hands up in surrender. “I really am sorry. About the other day, I
mean, too. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. It was wrong. I guess . . . well, I guess I deluded myself into
thinking you wanted me to.”
“Deluded — what a perfect description!”
“Be nice. You could accept my apology, you know.”
“Fine. Apology accepted. Now, if you’ll just excuse me for a moment . . .”
“Okay,” he mumbled, and his voice was so different from before that I stoppd searching for Alice and
scrutinized his face. He was staring at the floor, hiding his eyes. His lower lip jutted out just a little bit.
“I guess you’d rather be with your real friends,” he said in the same defeated tone. “I get it.”
I groaned. “Aw, Jake, you know that’s not fair.”
“Do I?”
“You should.” I leaned forward, peering up, trying to look into his eyes. He looked up then, over my
head, avoiding my gaze.
“Jake?”
He refused to look at me.
“Hey, you said you made me something, right?” I asked. “Was that just talk? Where’s my present?” My
attempt to fake enthusiasm was pretty sad, but it worked. He rolled his eyes and then grimaced at me.
I kept up the lame pretense, holding my hand open in front of me. “I’m waiting.”
“Right,” he grumbled sarcastically. But he also reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a
small bag of a loose-woven, multi-colored fabric. It was tied shut with leather drawstrings. He set it on my
palm.
“Hey, that’s pretty, Jake. Thanks!”
He sighed. “The present is inside, Bella.”
“Oh.”
I had some trouble with the strings. He sighed again and took it from me, sliding the ties open with one
easy tug of the right cord. I held my hand out for it, but he turned the bag upside down and shook something
silver into my hand. Metal links clinked quietly against each other.
“I didn’t make the bracelet,” he admitted. “Just the charm.”
Fastened to one of the links of the silver bracelet was a tiny wooden carving. I held it between my fingers
to look at it closer. It was amazing the amount of detail involved in the little figurine — the miniature wolf was
utterly realistic. It was even carved out of some red-brown wood that matched the color of his skin.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “You made this? How?”
He shrugged. “It’s something Billy taught me. He’s better at it than I am.”
“That’s hard to believe,” I murmured, turning the tiny wolf around and around in my fingers.
“Do you really like it?”
“Yes! It’s unbelievable, Jake.”
He smiled, happily at first, but then the expression soured. “Well, I figured that maybe it would make you
remember me once in a while. You know how it is, out of sight, out of mind.”
I ignored the attitude. “Here, help me put it on.”
I held out my left wrist, since the right was stuck in the brace. He fastened the catch easily, though it
looked too delicate for his big fingers to manage.
“You’ll wear it?” he asked.
“Of course I will.”
He grinned at me — it was the happy smile that I loved to see him wear.
I returned it for a moment, but then my eyes shot reflexively around the room again, anxiously scanning the
crowd for some sign of Edward or Alice.
“Why’re you so distracted?” Jacob wondered.
“It’s nothing,” I lied, trying to concentrate. “Thanks for the present, really. I love it.”
“Bella?” His brows pulled together, throwing his eyes deep into their shadow. “Something’s going on, isn’t
it?”
“Jake, I . . . no, there’s nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, you suck at lying. You should tell me what’s going on. We want to know these things,”
he said, slipping into the plural at the end.
He was probably right; the wolves would certainly be interested in what was happening. Only I wasn’t
sure what that was yet. I wouldn’t know for sure until I found Alice.
“Jacob, I will tell you. Just let me figure out what’s happening, okay? I need to talk to Alice.”
Understanding lit his expression. “The psychic saw something.”
“Yes, just when you showed up.”
“Is this about the bloodsucker in your room?” he murmured, pitching his voice below the thrum of the
music.
“It’s related,” I admitted.
He processed that for a minute, leaning his head to one side while he read my face. “You know something
you’re not telling me . . . something big.”
What was the point in lying again? He knew me too well. “Yes.”
Jacob stared at me for one short moment, and then turned to catch his pack brothers’ eyes where they
stood in the entry, awkward and uncomfortable. When they took in his expression, they started moving,
weaving their way agilely through the partiers, almost like they were dancing, too. In half a minute, they stood
on either side of Jacob, towering over me.
“Now. Explain,” Jacob demanded.
Embry and Quil looked back and forth between our faces, confused and wary.
“Jacob, I don’t know everything.” I kept searching the room, now for a rescue. They had me backed into
a corner in every sense.
“What you do know, then.”
They all folded their arms across their chests at exactly the same moment. It was a little bit funny, but
mostly menacing.
And then I caught sight of Alice descending the stairs, her white skin glowing in the purple light.
“Alice!” I squeaked in relief.
She looked right at me as soon as I called her name, despite the thudding bass that should have drowned
my voice. I waved eagerly, and watched her face as she took in the three werewolves leaning over me. Her
eyes narrowed.
But, before that reaction, her face was full of stress and fear. I bit my lip as she skipped to my side.
Jacob, Quil, and Embry all leaned away from her with uneasy expressions. She put her arm around my
waist.
“I need to talk to you,” she murmured into my ear.
“Er, Jake, I’ll see you later . . . ,” I mumbled as we eased around them.
Jacob threw his long arm out to block our way, bracing his hand against the wall. “Hey, not so fast.”
Alice stared up at him, eyes wide and incredulous. “Excuse me?”
“Tell us what’s going on,” he demanded in a growl.
Jasper appeared quite literally out of nowhere. One second it was just Alice and me against the wall,
Jacob blocking our exit, and then Jasper was standing on the other side of Jake’s arm, his expression
terrifying.
Jacob slowly pulled his arm back. It seemed like the best move, going with the assumption that he wanted
to keep that arm.
“We have a right to know,” Jacob muttered, still glaring at Alice.
Jasper stepped in between them, and the three werewolves braced themselves.
“Hey, hey,” I said, adding a slightly hysterical chuckle. “This is a party, remember?”
Nobody paid any attention to me. Jacob glared at Alice while Jasper glowered at Jacob. Alice’s face was
suddenly thoughtful.
“It’s okay, Jasper. He actually has a point.”
Jasper did not relax his position.
I was sure the suspense was going to make my head explode in about one second. “What did you see,
Alice?”
She stared at Jacob for one second, and then turned to me, evidently having chosen to let them hear.
“The decision’s been made.”
“You’re going to Seattle?”
“No.”
I felt the color drain out of my face. My stomach lurched. “They’re coming here,” I choked out.
The Quileute boys watched silently, reading every unconscious play of emotion on our faces. They were
rooted in place, and yet not completely still. All three pairs of hands were trembling.
“Yes.”
“To Forks,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“For?”
She nodded, understanding my question. “One carried your red shirt.”
I tried to swallow.
Jasper’s expression was disapproving. I could tell he didn’t like discussing this in front of the werewolves,
but he had something he needed to say. “We can’t let them come that far. There aren’t enough of us to protect
the town.”
“I know,” Alice said, her face suddenly desolate. “But it doesn’t matter where we stop them. There still
won’t be enough of us, and some of them will come here to search.”
“No!” I whispered.
The noise of the party overwhelmed the sound of my denial. All around us, my friends and neighbors and
petty enemies ate and laughed and swayed to the music, oblivious to the fact that they were about to face
horror, danger, maybe death. Because of me.
“Alice,” I mouthed her name. “I have to go, I have to get away from here.”
“That won’t help. It’s not like we’re dealing with a tracker. They’ll still come looking here first.”
“Then I have to go to meet them!” If my voice hadn’t been so hoarse and strained, it might have been a
shriek. “If they find what they’re looking for, maybe they’ll go away and not hurt anyone else!”
“Bella!” Alice protested.
“Hold it,” Jacob ordered in a low, forceful voice. “What is coming?”
Alice turned her icy gaze on him. “Our kind. Lots of them.”
“Why?”
“For Bella. That’s all we know.”
“There are too many for you?” he asked.
Jasper bridled. “We have a few advantages, dog. It will be an even fight.”
“No,” Jacob said, and a strange, fierce half-smile spread across his face. “It won’t be even.”
“Excellent!” Alice hissed.
I stared, still frozen in horror, at Alice’s new expression. Her face was alive with exultation, all the despair
wiped clean from her perfect features.
She grinned at Jacob, and he grinned back.
“Everything just disappeared, of course,” she told him in a smug voice. “That’s inconvenient, but, all things
considered, I’ll take it.”
“We’ll have to coordinate,” Jacob said. “It won’t be easy for us. Still, this is our job more than yours.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but we need the help. We aren’t going to be picky.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” I interrupted them.
Alice was on her toes, Jacob leaning down toward her, both of their faces lit up with excitement, both of
their noses wrinkled against the smell. They looked at me impatiently.
“Coordinate?” I repeated through my teeth.
