Jacob snorted at that idea. “Okay, so leave her on the reservation. We’re making Collin and Brady stay
behind anyway. She’ll be safe there.”
I scowled. “Are you talking about me?”
“I just want to know what he plans to do with you during the fight,” Jacob explained.
“Do with me?”
“You can’t stay in Forks, Bella.” Edward’s voice was pacifying. “They know where to look for you there.
What if someone slipped by us?”
My stomach dropped and the blood drained from my face. “Charlie?” I gasped.
“He’ll be with Billy,” Jacob assured me quickly. “If my dad has to commit a murder to get him there, he’ll
do it. Probably it won’t take that much. It’s this Saturday, right? There’s a game.”
“This Saturday?” I asked, my head spinning. I was too lightheaded to control my wildly random thoughts.
I frowned at Edward. “Well, crap! There goes your graduation present.”
Edward laughed. “It’s the thought that counts,” he reminded me. “You can give the tickets to someone
else.”
Inspiration came swiftly. “Angela and Ben,” I decided at once. “At least that will get them out of town.”
He touched my cheek. “You can’t evacuate everyone,” he said in a gentle voice. “Hiding you is just a
precaution. I told you — we’ll have no problem now. There won’t be enough of them to keep us entertained.”
“But what about keeping her in La Push?” Jacob interjected, impatient.
“She’s been back and forth too much,” Edward said. “She’s left trails all over the place. Alice only sees
very young vampires coming on the hunt, but obviously someone created them. There is someone more
experienced behind this. Whoever he” — Edward paused to look at me — “or she is, this could all be a
distraction. Alice will see if he decides to look himself, but we could be very busy at the time that decision is
made. Maybe someone is counting on that. I can’t leave her somewhere she’s been frequently. She has to be
hard to find, just in case. It’s a very long shot, but I’m not taking chances.”
I stared at Edward as he explained, my forehead creasing. He patted my arm.
“Just being overcautious,” he promised.
Jacob gestured to the deep forest east of us, to the vast expanse of the Olympic Mountains.
“So hide her here,” he suggested. “There’s a million possibilities — places either one of us could be in just
a few minutes if there’s a need.”
Edward shook his head. “Her scent is too strong and, combined with mine, especially distinct. Even if I
carried her, it would leave a trail. Our trace is all over the range, but in conjunction with Bella’s scent, it would
catch their attention. We’re not sure exactly which path they’ll take, because they don’t know yet. If they
crossed her scent before they found us . . .”
Both of them grimaced at the same time, their eyebrows pulling together.
“You see the difficulties.”
“There has to be a way to make it work,” Jacob muttered. He glared toward the forest, pursing his lips.
I swayed on my feet. Edward put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer and supporting my weight.
“I need to get you home — you’re exhausted. And Charlie will be waking up soon. . . .”
“Wait a sec,” Jacob said, wheeling back to us, his eyes bright. “My scent disgusts you, right?”
“Hmm, not bad.” Edward was two steps ahead. “It’s possible.” He turned toward his family. “Jasper?” he
called.
Jasper looked up curiously. He walked over with Alice a half step behind. Her face was frustrated again.
“Okay, Jacob.” Edward nodded at him.
Jacob turned toward me with a strange mixture of emotion on his face. He was clearly excited by
whatever this new plan of his was, but he was also still uneasy so close to his enemy allies. And then it was my
turn to be wary as he held his arms out toward me.
Edward took a deep breath.
“We’re going to see if I can confuse the scent enough to hide your trail,” Jacob explained.
I stared at his open arms suspiciously.
“You’re going to have to let him carry you, Bella,” Edward told me. His voice was calm, but I could hear
the subdued distaste.
I frowned.
Jacob rolled his eyes, impatient, and reached down to yank me up into his arms.
“Don’t be such a baby,” he muttered.
But his eyes flickered to Edward, just like mine did. Edward’s face was composed and smooth. He spoke
to Jasper.
“Bella’s scent is so much more potent to me — I thought it would be a fairer test if someone else tried.”
Jacob turned away from them and paced swiftly into the woods. I didn’t say anything as the dark closed
around us. I was pouting, uncomfortable in Jacob’s arms. It felt too intimate to me — surely he didn’t need to
hold me quite so tightly — and I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to him. It reminded me of my last
afternoon in La Push, and I didn’t want to think about that. I folded my arms, annoyed when the brace on my
hand intensified the memory.
We didn’t go far; he made a wide arc and came back into the clearing from a different direction, maybe
half a football field away from our original departure point. Edward was there alone and Jacob headed toward
him.
“You can put me down now.”
“I don’t want to take a chance of messing up the experiment.” His walk slowed and his arms tightened.
“You are so annoying,” I muttered.
“Thanks.”
Out of nowhere, Jasper and Alice stood beside Edward. Jacob took one more step, and then set me
down a half dozen feet from Edward. Without looking back at Jacob, I walked to Edward’s side and took his
hand.
“Well?” I asked.
“As long as you don’t touch anything, Bella, I can’t imagine someone sticking their nose close enough to
that trail to catch your scent,” Jasper said, grimacing. “It was almost completely obscured.”
“A definite success,” Alice agreed, wrinkling her nose.
“And it gave me an idea.”
“Which will work,” Alice added confidently.
“Clever,” Edward agreed.
“How do you stand that?” Jacob muttered to me.
Edward ignored Jacob and looked at me while he explained. “We’re — well, you’re — going to leave a
false trail to the clearing, Bella. The newborns are hunting, your scent will excite them, and they’ll come exactly
the way we want them to without being careful about it. Alice can already see that this will work. When they
catch our scent, they’ll split up and try to come at us from two sides. Half will go through the forest, where her
vision suddenly disappears. . . .”
“Yes!” Jacob hissed.
Edward smiled at him, a smile of true comradeship.
I felt sick. How could they be so eager for this? How could I stand having both of them in danger? I
couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
“Not a chance,” Edward said suddenly, his voice disgusted. It made me jump, worrying that he’d
somehow heard my resolve, but his eyes were on Jasper.
“I know, I know,” Jasper said quickly. “I didn’t even consider it, not really.”
Alice stepped on his foot.
“If Bella was actually there in the clearing,” Jasper explained to her, “it would drive them insane. They
wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but her. It would make picking them off truly easy. . . .”
Edward’s glare had Jasper backtracking.
“Of course it’s too dangerous for her. It was just an errant thought,” he said quickly. But he looked at me
from the corner of his eyes, and the look was wistful.
“No,” Edward said. His voice rang with finality.
“You’re right,” Jasper said. He took Alice’s hand and started back to the others. “Best two out of three?”
I heard him ask her as they went to practice again.
Jacob stared after him in disgust.
“Jasper looks at things from a military perspective,” Edward quietly defended his brother. “He looks at all
the options — it’s thoroughness, not callousness.”
Jacob snorted.
He’d edged closer unconsciously, drawn by his absorption in the planning. He stood only three feet from
Edward now, and, standing there between them, I could feel the physical tension in the air. It was like static,
an uncomfortable charge.
Edward got back to business. “I’ll bring her here Friday afternoon to lay the false trail. You can meet us
afterward, and carry her to a place I know. Completely out of the way, and easily defensible, not that it will
come to that. I’ll take another route there.”
“And then what? Leave her with a cell phone?” Jacob asked critically.
“You have a better idea?”
Jacob was suddenly smug. “Actually, I do.”
“Oh. . . . Again, dog, not bad at all.”
Jacob turned to me quickly, as if determined to play the good guy by keeping me in the conversation. “We
tried to talk Seth into staying behind with the younger two. He’s still too young, but he’s stubborn and he’s
resisting. So I thought of a new assignment for him — cell phone.”
I tried to look like I got it. No one was fooled.
“As long as Seth Clearwater is in his wolf form, he’ll be connected to the pack,” Edward said. “Distance
isn’t a problem?” he added, turning to Jacob.
“Nope.”
“Three hundred miles?” Edward asked. “That’s impressive.”
Jacob was the good guy again. “That’s the farthest we’ve ever gone to experiment,” he told me. “Still
clear as a bell.”
I nodded absently; I was reeling from the idea that little Seth Clearwater was already a werewolf, too, and
that made it difficult to concentrate. I could see his bright smile, so much like a younger Jacob, in my head; he
couldn’t be more than fifteen, if he was that. His enthusiasm at the council meeting bonfire suddenly took on
new meaning. . . .
“It’s a good idea.” Edward seemed reluctant to admit this. “I’ll feel better with Seth there, even without
the instantaneous communication. I don’t know if I’d be able to leave Bella there alone. To think it’s come to
this, though! Trusting werewolves!”
“Fightingwith vampires instead of against them!” Jacob mirrored Edward’s tone of disgust.
“Well, you still get to fight against some of them,” Edward said.
Jacob smiled. “That’s the reason we’re here.”
19. SELFISH
EDWARD CARRIED ME HOME IN HIS ARMS, EXPECTING that I wouldn’t be able to hang on. I must have fallen
asleep on the way.
When I woke up, I was in my bed and the dull light coming through my windows slanted in from a strange
angle. Almost like it was afternoon.
I yawned and stretched, my fingers searching for him and coming up empty.
“Edward?” I mumbled.
My seeking fingers encountered something cool and smooth. His hand.
“Are you really awake this time?” he murmured.
“Mmm,” I sighed in assent. “Have there been a lot of false alarms?”
“You’ve been very restless — talking all day.”
“Allday?” I blinked and looked at the windows again.
“You had a long night,” he said reassuringly. “You’d earned a day in bed.”
I sat up, and my head spun. The light was coming in my window from the west. “Wow.”
“Hungry?” he guessed. “Do you want breakfast in bed?”
“I’ll get it,” I groaned, stretching again. “I need to get up and move around.”
He held my hand on the way to the kitchen, eyeing me carefully, like I might fall over. Or maybe he
thought I was sleepwalking.
I kept it simple, throwing a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflective
chrome.
“Ugh, I’m a mess.”
“It was a long night,” he said again. “You should have stayed here and slept.”
“Right! And missed everything. You know, you need to start accepting the fact that I’m part of the family
now.”
He smiled. “I could probably get used to that idea.”
I sat down with my breakfast, and he sat next to me. When I lifted the Pop-Tart to take the first bite, I
noticed him staring at my hand. I looked down, and saw that I was still wearing the gift that Jacob had given
me at the party.
“May I?” he asked, reaching for the tiny wooden wolf.
I swallowed noisily. “Um, sure.”
He moved his hand under the charm bracelet and balanced the little figurine in his snowy palm. For a
fleeting moment, I was afraid. Just the slightest twist of his fingers could crush it into splinters.
But of course Edward wouldn’t do that. I was embarrassed I’d even had the thought. He only weighed
the wolf in his palm for a moment, and then let it fall. It swung lightly from my wrist.
I tried to read the expression in his eyes. All I could see was thoughtfulness; he kept everything else
hidden, if there was anything else.
“Jacob Black can give you presents.”
It wasn’t a question, or an accusation. Just a statement of fact. But I knew he was referring to my last
birthday and the fit I’d thrown over gifts; I hadn’t wanted any. Especially not from Edward. It wasn’t entirely
logical, and, of course, everyone had ignored me anyway. . . .
“You’ve given me presents,” I reminded him. “You know I like the homemade kind.”
He pursed his lips for a second. “How about hand-me-downs? Are those acceptable?”
“What do you mean?”
“This bracelet.” His finger traced a circle around my wrist. “You’ll be wearing this a lot?”
I shrugged.
“Because you wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings,” he suggested shrewdly.
“Sure, I guess so.”
“Don’t you think it’s fair, then,” he asked, looking down at my hand as he spoke. He turned it palm up,
and ran his finger along the veins in my wrist. “If I have a little representation?”
“Representation?”
“A charm — something to keep me on your mind.”
“You’re in every thought I have. I don’t need reminders.”
“If I gave you something, would you wear it?” he pressed.
“A hand-me-down?” I checked.
“Yes, something I’ve had for a while.” He smiled his angel’s smile.
If this was the only reaction to Jacob’s gift, I would take it gladly. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“Have you noticed the inequality?” he asked, and his voice turned accusing. “Because I certainly have.”
“What inequality?”
His eyes narrowed. “Everyone else is able to get away with giving you things. Everyone but me. I would
have loved to get you a graduation present, but I didn’t. I knew it would have upset you more than if anyone
else did. That’s utterly unfair. How do you explain yourself?”
“Easy.” I shrugged. “You’re more important than everyone else. And you’ve given me you. That’s already
more than I deserve, and anything else you give me just throws us more out of balance.”
He processed that for a moment, and then rolled his eyes. “The way you regard me is ludicrous.”
I chewed my breakfast calmly. I knew he wouldn’t listen if I told him that he had that backward.
Edward’s phone buzzed.
He looked at the number before he opened it. “What is it, Alice?”
He listened, and I waited for his reaction, suddenly nervous. But whatever she said didn’t surprise him. He
sighed a few times.
“I sort of guessed as much,” he told her, staring into my eyes, a disapproving arch to his brow. “She was
talking in her sleep.”
I flushed. What had I said now?
“I’ll take care of it,” he promised.
He glared at me as he shut his phone. “Is there something you’d like to talk to me about?”
I deliberated for a moment. Given Alice’s warning last night, I could guess why she’d called. And then
remembering the troubled dreams I’d had as I’d slept through the day — dreams where I chased after Jasper,
trying to followhim and find the clearing in the maze-like woods, knowing I would find Edward there . . .
Edward, and the monsters who wanted to kill me, but not caring about them because I’d already made my
decision — I could also guess what Edward had overheard while I’d slept.
I pursed my lips for a moment, not quite able to meet his gaze. He waited.
“I like Jasper’s idea,” I finally said.
He groaned.
“I want to help. I have to do something,” I insisted.
“It wouldn’t help to have you in danger.”
“Jasper thinks it would. This is his area of expertise.”
Edward glowered at me.
“You can’t keep me away,” I threatened. “I’m not going to hide out in the forest while you all take risks
for me.”
Suddenly, he was fighting a smile. “Alice doesn’t see you in the clearing, Bella. She sees you stumbling
around lost in the woods. You won’t be able to find us; you’ll just make it more time consuming for me to find
you afterward.”
I tried to keep as cool as he was. “That’s because Alice didn’t factor in Seth Clearwater,” I said politely.
“If she had, of course, she wouldn’t have been able to see anything at all. But it sounds like Seth wants to be
there as much as I do. It shouldn’t be too hard to persuade him to show me the way.”
Anger flickered across his face, and then he took a deep breath and composed himself. “That might have
worked . . . if you hadn’t told me. Now I’ll just ask Sam to give Seth certain orders. Much as he might want
to, Seth won’t be able to ignore that kind of injunction.”
I kept my smile pleasant. “But why would Sam give those orders? If I tell him how it would help for me to
be there? I’ll bet Sam would rather do me a favor than you.”
He had to compose himself again. “Maybe you’re right. But I’m sure Jacob would be only too eager to
give those same orders.”
I frowned. “Jacob?”
“Jacob is second in command. Did he never tell you that? His orders have to be followed, too.”
He had me, and by his smile, he knew it. My forehead crumpled. Jacob would be on his side — inthis
one instance — I was sure. And Jacob never had told me that.
Edward took advantage of the fact that I was momentarily stumped, continuing in a suspiciously smooth
and soothing voice.
“I got a fascinating look into the pack’s mind last night. It was better than a soap opera. I had no idea how
complex the dynamic is with such a large pack. The pull of the individual against the plural psyche . . .
Absolutely fascinating.”
He was obviously trying to distract me. I glared at him.
“Jacob’s been keeping a lot of secrets,” he said with a grin.
I didn’t answer, I just kept glaring, holding on to my argument and waiting for an opening.
“For instance, did you note the smaller gray wolf there last night?”
I nodded one stiff nod.
He chuckled. “They take all of their legends so seriously. It turns out there are things that none of their
stories prepared them for.”
I sighed. “Okay, I’ll bite. What are you talking about?”
“They always accepted without question that it was only the direct grandsons of the original wolf who had
the power to transform.”
“So someone changed who wasn’t a direct descendant?”
“No. She’s a direct descendant, all right.”
I blinked, and my eyes widened. “She?”
He nodded. “She knows you. Her name is Leah Clearwater.”
“Leah’s a werewolf!” I shrieked. “What? For how long? Why didn’t Jacob tell me?”
“There are things he wasn’t allowed to share — their numbers, for instance. Like I said before, when Sam
gives an order, the pack simply isn’t able to ignore it. Jacob was very careful to think of other things when he
was near me. Of course, after last night that’s all out the window.”
“I can’t believe it. Leah Clearwater!” Suddenly, I remembered Jacob speaking of Leah and Sam, and the
way he acted as if he’d said too much — after he’d said something about Sam having to look in Leah’s eyes
every day and know that he’d broken all his promises. . . . Leah on the cliff, a tear glistening on her cheek
when Old Quil had spoken of the burden and sacrifice the Quileute sons shared. . . . And Billy, spending time
with Sue because she was having trouble with her kids . . . and here the trouble actually was that both of them
were werewolves now!
I hadn’t given much thought to Leah Clearwater, just to grieve for her loss when Harry had passed away,
and then to pity her again when Jacob had told her story, about how the strange imprinting between Sam and
her cousin Emily had broken Leah’s heart.
And now she was part of Sam’s pack, hearing his thoughts . . . and unable to hide her own.
I really hate that part, Jacob had said. Everything you’re ashamed of, laid out for everyone to see.
“Poor Leah,” I whispered.
Edward snorted. “She’s making life exceedingly unpleasant for the rest of them. I’m not sure she deserves
your sympathy.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s hard enough for them, having to share all their thoughts. Most of them try to cooperate, make it
easier. When even one member is deliberately malicious, it’s painful for everyone.”
“She has reason enough,” I mumbled, still on her side.
“Oh, I know,” he said. “The imprinting compulsion is one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed in my
life, and I’ve seen some strange things.” He shook his head wonderingly. “The way Sam is tied to his Emily is
impossible to describe — or I should say her Sam. Sam really had no choice. It reminds me of A
Midsummer Night’s Dream with all the chaos caused by the fairies’ love spells . . . like magic.” He smiled.
“It’s very nearly as strong as the way I feel about you.”
“Poor Leah,” I said again. “But what do you mean, malicious?”
“She’s constantly bringing up things they’d rather not think of,” he explained. “For example, Embry.”
“What’s with Embry?” I asked, surprised.
“His mother moved down from the Makah reservation seventeen years ago, when she was pregnant with
him. She’s not Quileute. Everyone assumed she’d left his father behind with the Makahs. But then he joined
the pack.”
“So?”
“So the prime candidates for his father are Quil Ateara Sr., Joshua Uley, or Billy Black, all of them
married at that point, of course.”
“No!” I gasped. Edward was right — this was exactly like a soap opera.
“Now Sam, Jacob, and Quil all wonder which of them has a half-brother. They’d all like to think it’s Sam,
since his father was never much of a father. But the doubt is always there. Jacob’s never been able to ask Billy
about that.”
“Wow. How did you get so much in one night?”
“The pack mind is mesmerizing. All thinking together and then separately at the same time. There’s so
much to read!”
He sounded faintly regretful, like someone who’d had to put down a good book just before the climax. I
laughed.
“The pack is fascinating,” I agreed. “Almost as fascinating as you are when you’re trying to distract me.”
His expression became polite again — a perfect poker face.
“I have to be in that clearing, Edward.”
“No,” he said in a very final tone.
A certain path occurred to me at that moment.
It wasn’t so much that I had to be in the clearing. I just had to be where Edward was.
Cruel, I accused myself. Selfish, selfish, selfish! Don’t do it!
I ignored my better instincts. I couldn’t look at him while I spoke, though. The guilt had my eyes glued to
the table.
“Okay, look, Edward,” I whispered. “Here’s the thing . . . I’ve already gone crazy once. I know what my
limits are. And I can’t stand it if you leave me again.”
I didn’t look up to see his reaction, afraid to know how much pain I was inflicting. I did hear his sudden
intake of breath and the silence that followed. I stared at the dark wooden tabletop, wishing I could take the
words back. But knowing I probably wouldn’t. Not if it worked.
Suddenly, his arms were around me, his hands stroking my face, my arms. He was comforting me. The
guilt went into spiral mode. But the survival instinct was stronger. There was no question that he was
fundamental to my survival.
“You know it’s not like that, Bella,” he murmured. “I won’t be far, and it will be over quickly.”
“I can’t stand it,” I insisted, still staring down. “Not knowing whether or not you’ll come back. How do I
live through that, no matter how quickly it’s over?”
He sighed. “It’s going to be easy, Bella. There’s no reason for your fears.”
“None at all?”
“None.”
“And everybody will be fine?”
“Everyone,” he promised.
“So there’s no way at all that I need to be in the clearing?”
“Of course not. Alice just told me that they’re down to nineteen. We’ll be able to handle it easily.”
“That’s right — you said it was so easy that someone could sit out,” I repeated his words from last night.
“Did you really mean that?”
“Yes.”
It felt too simple — he had to see it coming.
“So easy that you could sit out?”
After a long moment of silence, I finally looked up at his expression.
The poker face was back.
I took a deep breath. “So it’s one way or the other. Either there is more danger than you want me to
know about, in which case it would be right for me to be there, to do what I can to help. Or . . . it’s going to
be so easy that they’ll get by without you. Which way is it?”
He didn’t speak.
I knew what he was thinking of — the same thing I was thinking of. Carlisle. Esme. Emmett. Rosalie.
Jasper. And . . . I forced myself to think the last name. And Alice.
I wondered if I was a monster. Not the kind that he thought he was, but the real kind. The kind that hurt
people. The kind that had no limits when it came to what they wanted.
What I wanted was to keep him safe, safe with me. Did I have a limit to what I would do, what I would
sacrifice for that? I wasn’t sure.
“You ask me to let them fight without my help?” he said in a quiet voice.
“Yes.” I was surprised I could keep my voice even, I felt so wretched inside. “Or to let me be there.
Either way, so long as we’re together.”
He took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. He moved his hands to place them on either side of my
face, forcing me to meet his gaze. He looked into my eyes for a long time. I wondered what he was looking
for, and what it was that he found. Was the guilt as thick on my face as it was in my stomach — sickening me?
His eyes tightened against some emotion I couldn’t read, and he dropped one hand to pull out his phone
again.
“Alice,” he sighed. “Could you come babysit Bella for a bit?” He raised one eyebrow, daring me to object
to the word. “I need to speak with Jasper.”
She evidently agreed. He put the phone away and went back to staring at my face.
“What are you going to say to Jasper?” I whispered.
“I’m going to discuss . . . me sitting out.”
It was easy to read in his face how difficult the words were for him.
“I’m sorry.”
I was sorry. I hated to make him do this. Not enough that I could fake a smile and tell him to go on ahead
without me. Definitely not that much.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, smiling just a little. “Never be afraid to tell me how you feel, Bella. If this is
what you need . . .” He shrugged. “You are my first priority.”
“I didn’t mean it that way — like you have to choose me over your family.”
“I know that. Besides, that’s not what you asked. You gave me two alternatives that you could live with,
and I chose the one that I could live with. That’s how compromise is supposed to work.”
I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“Anytime,” he answered, kissing my hair. “Anything.”
We didn’t move for a long moment. I kept my face hidden, pressed against his shirt. Two voices struggled
inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.
“Who’s the third wife?” he asked me suddenly.
“Huh?” I said, stalling. I didn’t remember having had that dream again.
“You were mumbling something about ‘the third wife’ last night. The rest made a little sense, but you lost
me there.”
“Oh. Um, yeah. That was just one of the stories that I heard at the bonfire the other night.” I shrugged. “I
guess it stuck with me.”
Edward leaned away from me and cocked his head to the side, probably confused by the uncomfortable
edge to my voice.
Before he could ask, Alice appeared in the kitchen doorway with a sour expression.
“You’re going to miss all the fun,” she grumbled.
“Hello, Alice,” he greeted her. He put one finger under my chin and tilted my face up to kiss me goodbye.
“I’ll be back later tonight,” he promised me. “I’ll go work this out with the others, rearrange things.”
“Okay.”
“There’s not much to arrange,” Alice said. “I already told them. Emmett is pleased.”
Edward sighed. “Of course he is.”
He walked out the door, leaving me to face Alice.
She glared at me.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “Do you think this will make it more dangerous for you?”
She snorted. “You worry too much, Bella. You’re going to go prematurely gray.”
“Why are you upset, then?”
“Edward is such a grouch when he doesn’t get his way. I’m just anticipating living with him for the next
few months.” She made a face. “I suppose, if it keeps you sane, it’s worth it. But I wish you could control the
pessimism, Bella. It’s so unnecessary.”
“Would you let Jasper go without you?” I demanded.
Alice grimaced. “That’s different.”
