wondered if I should feel excited. It seemed the vampire conversion hadn't given me any sudden interest
in sports cars.
"Mine first," Alice said, and then stuck her tongue out, foreseeing his answer.
"Mine is closer."
"But look at how she's dressed" Alice's words were almost a moan. "It's been killing me all day. That is
clearly the priority."
My eyebrows pulled together as I wondered how a key could get me into new clothes. Had she gotten
me a whole trunkful?
"I know—I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors."
Jasper chuckled and Edward sighed.
"Why you don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly.
Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent."
"It's probably better that I wait for morning, anyway." Edward smiled crookedly at me and then nodded
toward
Jacob and Seth, who looked like they were crashed for the night; I wonder how long they'd stayed up
this time. "I think it might be more fun if Jacob was awake for the big reveal, don't you agree? So that
someone there is able to express the right level of enthusiasm?"
I grinned back. He knew me well.
"Yay," Alice sang. "Bella, give Ness—Renesmee to Rosalie."
"Where does she usually sleep?"
Alice shrugged. "In Rose's arms. Or Jacob's. Or Esme's. You get the picture. She has never been set
down in her entire life. She's going to be the most spoiled half-vampire in existence."
Edward laughed while Rosalie took Renesmee expertly in her arms. "She is also the most unspoiled
half-vampire in existence," Rosalie said. "The beauty of being one of a kind."
Rosalie grinned at me, and I was glad to see that the new comradeship between us was still there in her
smile. I hadn't been entirely sure it would last after Renesmee's life was no longer tied to mine. But maybe
we had fought together on the same side long enough that we would always be friends now. I'd finally
made the same choice she would have if she'd been in my shoes. That seemed to have washed away her
resentment for all my other choices.
Alice shoved the beribboned key in my hand, then grabbed my elbow and steered me toward the back
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door. "Let's go, let's go," she trilled.
"Is it outside?"
"Sort of," Alice said, pushing me forward.
"Enjoy your gift," Rosalie said. "It's from all of us. Esme especially."
"Aren't you coming, too?" I realized that no one had moved.
"We'll give you a chance to appreciate it alone," Rosalie said. "You can tell us about it… later."
Emmett guffawed. Something about his laugh made me feel like blushing, though I wasn't sure why.
I realized that lots of things about me—like truly hating surprises, and not liking gifts in general much
more—had not changed one bit. It was a relief and revelation to discover how much of my essential core
traits had come with me into this new body.
I hadn't expected to be myself. I smiled widely.
Alice tugged my elbow, and I couldn't stop smiling as I followed her into the purple night. Only Edward
came with us.
"There's the enthusiasm I'm looking for," Alice murmured approvingly. Then she dropped my arm, made
two lithe bounds, and leaped over the river.
"C'mon, Bella," she called from the other side.
Edward jumped at the same time I did; it was every bit as fun as it had been this afternoon. Maybe a
little bit more fun because the night changed everything into new, rich colors.
Alice took off with us on her heels, heading due north. It was easier to follow the sound of her feet
whispering against the ground and the fresh path of her scent than it was to keep my eyes on her through
the thick vegetation.
At no sign I could see, she whirled and dashed back to where I paused.
"Don't attack me," she warned, and sprang at me.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, squirming as she scrambled onto my back and wrapped her hands
around my face. I felt the urge to throw her off, but I controlled it.
"Making sure you can't see."
"I could take care of that without the theatrics," Edward offered.
"You might let her cheat. Take her hand and lead her forward."
"Alice, I—"
"Don't bother, Bella. We're doing this my way."
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I felt Edward's fingers weave through mine. "Just a few seconds more, Bella. Then she'll go annoy
someone else." He pulled me forward. I kept up easily. I wasn't afraid of hitting a tree; the tree would be
the only one getting hurt in that scenario.
"You might be a little more appreciative," Alice chided him. "This is as much for you as it is for her."
"True. Thank you again, Alice."
"Yeah, yeah. Okay." Alice's voice suddenly shot up with excitement. "Stop there. Turn her just a little to
the right. Yes, like that. Okay. Are you ready?" she squeaked.
"I'm ready." There were new scents here, piquing my interest, increasing my curiosity. Scents that didn't
belong in the deep woods. Honeysuckle. Smoke. Roses. Sawdust? Something metallic, too. The richness
of deep earth, dug up and exposed. I leaned toward the mystery.
Alice hopped down from my back, releasing her grip on my eyes.
I stared into the violet dark. There, nestled into a small clearing in the forest, was a tiny stone cottage,
lavender gray in the light of the stars.
It belonged here so absolutely that it seemed as if it must have grown from the rock, a natural formation.
Honeysuckle climbed up one wall like a lattice, winding all the way up and over the thick wooden
shingles. Late summer roses bloomed in a handkerchief-sized garden under the dark, deep-set windows.
There was a little path of flat stones, amethyst in the night, that led up to the quaint arched wooden door.
I curled my hand around the key I held, shocked.
"What do you think?" Alice's voice was soft now; it fit with the perfect quiet of the storybook scene.
I opened my mouth but said nothing.
"Esme thought we might like a place of our own for a while, but she didn't want us too far away,"
Edward murmured. "And she loves any excuse to renovate. This little place has been crumbling away out
here for at least a hundred years."
I continued staring, mouth gaping like a fish.
"Don't you like it?" Alice's face fell. "I mean, I'm sure we could fix it up differently, if you want. Emmett
was all for adding a few thousand square feet, a second story, columns, and a tower, but Esme thought
you would like it best
the way it was meant to look." Her voice started to climb, to go faster. "If she was wrong, we can get
back to work. It won't take long to—"
"Shh!" I managed.
She pressed her lips together and waited. It took me a few seconds to recover.
"You're giving me a house for my birthday?" I whispered.
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"Us," Edward corrected. "And it's no more than a cottage. I think the word house implies more
legroom."
"No knocking my house," I whispered to him.
Alice beamed. "You like it."
I shook my head.
"Love it?"
I nodded.
"I can't wait totell Esme!"
"Why didn't she come?"
Alice's smile faded a little, twisted just off what it hadbeen, like my question was hard to answer. "Oh,
you know… they all remember how you are about presents. They didn't want to put you under too much
pressure to like it."
"But of course I love it. How could I not?"
"They'll like that." She patted my arm. "Anyhoo, your closet is stocked.Use it wisely. And… I guess
that's everything."
"Aren't you going to come inside?"
She strolled casually a few feet back. "Edward knows his way around. I'll stop by… later. Call me if you
can't match your clothes right." She threw me a doubtful look and then smiled. "Jazz wants to hunt. See
you."
She shot off into the trees like the most graceful bullet.
"That was weird," I said when the sound of her flight had vanished completely. "Am I really that bad?
They didn't have to stay away. Now I feel guilty. I didn't even thank her right. We should go back,tell
Esme—"
"Bella,don't besilly. No one thinks you're that unreasonable."
"Then what—"
"Alone time is their other gift. Alice was trying to be subtle about it."
"Oh."
That was all it took to make the house disappear. We could have been anywhere. I didn't see the trees
or the stones or the stars. It was just Edward.
"Let me show you what they've done," he said, pulling my hand. Was he oblivious to the fact that an
electric current was pulsing through my body like adrenaline-spiked blood?
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Once again I felt oddly off balance, waiting for reactions my body wasn't capable of anymore. My heart
should have been thundering like a steam engine about to hit us. Deafening. My cheeks should have been
brilliant red.
For that matter, I ought to have been exhausted. This had been the longest day of my life.
I laughed out loud—just one quiet little laugh of shock—when I realized that this day would never end.
"Do I get to hear the joke?"
"It's not a very good one," I told him as he led the way to the little rounded door. "I was just thinking
—today is the first and last day of forever. It's kind of hard to wrap my head around it. Even with all this
extra room for wrapping." I laughed again.
He chuckled with me. He held his hand out toward the doorknob, waiting for me to do the honors. I
stuck the key in the lock and turned it.
"You're such a natural at this, Bella; I forget how very strange this all must be for you. I wish I could
hear it." He ducked down and yanked me up into his arms so fast that I didn't see it coming—and that
was really something.
"Hey!"
"Thresholds are part of my job description," he reminded me. "But I'm curious. Tell me what you're
thinking about right now."
He opened the door—it fell back with a barely audible creak—and stepped through into the little stone
living room.
"Everything," I told him. "All at the same time, you know. Good things and things to worry about and
things that are new. How I keep using too many superlatives in my head. Right now, I'm thinking that
Esme is an artist. It's so perfect!"
The cottage room was something from a fairy tale. The floor was a crazy quilt of smooth, flat stones. The
low ceiling had long exposed beams that someone as tall as Jacob would surely knock his head on. The
walls were warm wood in some places, stone mosaics in others. The beehive fireplace in the corner held
the remains of a slow flickering fire. It was driftwood burning there—the low flames were blue and green
from the salt.
It was furnished in eclectic pieces, not one of them matching another, but harmonious just the same. One
chair seemed vaguely medieval, while a low ottoman by the fire was more contemporary and the stocked
bookshelf against the far window reminded me of movies set in Italy. Somehow each piece fit together
with the others like a big three-dimensional puzzle. There were a few paintings on the walls that I
recognized—some of my very favorites from the big house. Priceless originals, no doubt, but they
seemed to belong here, too, like all the rest.
It was a place where anyone could believe magic existed. A place where you just expected Snow White
to walk right in with her apple in hand, or a unicorn to stop and nibble at the rosebushes.
Edward had always thought that he belonged to the world of horror stories. Of course, I'd known he
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was dead wrong. It was obvious that he belonged here. In a fairy tale.
And now I was in the story with him.
I was about to take advantage of the fact that he hadn't gotten around to setting me back on my feet and
that his wits-scramblingly beautiful face was only inches away when he said, "We're lucky Esme thought
to add an extra room. No one was planning for Ness—Renesmee."
I frowned at him, my thoughts channeled down a less pleasant path.
"Not you, too," I complained.
"Sorry, love. I hear it in their thoughts all the time, you know. It's rubbing off on me."
I sighed. My baby, the sea serpent. Maybe there was no help for it. Well, /wasn't giving in.
Tm sure you're dying to see the closet. Or, at least I'll tell Alice that you were, to make her feel good."
"Should I be afraid?"
"Terrified."
He carried me down a narrow stone hallway with tiny arches in the ceiling, like it was our own miniature
castle.
"That will be Renesmee's room," he said, nodding to an empty room with a pale wooden floor. "They
didn't have time to do much with it, what with the angry werewolves___"
I laughed quietly, amazed at how quickly everything had turned right when it had all had looked so
nightmarish just a week ago.
Drat Jacob for making everything perfect this way.
"Here's our room. Esme tried to bring some of her island back here for us. She guessed that we would
get attached."
The bed was huge and white, with clouds of gossamer floating down from the canopy to the floor. The
pale wood floor matched the other room, and now I grasped that it was precisely the color of a pristine
beach. The walls were that almost-white-blue of a brilliant sunny day, and the back wall had big glass
doors that opened into a little hidden garden. Climbing roses and a small round pond, smooth as a mirror
and edged with shiny stones. A tiny, calm ocean for us.
"Oh" was all I could say.
"I know," he whispered.
We stood there for a minute, remembering. Though the memories were human and clouded, they took
over my mind completely.
He smiled a wide, gleaming smile and then laughed. "The closet is through those double doors. I should
warn you—it's bigger than this room."
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I didn't even glance at the doors. There was nothing else in the world but him again—his arms curled
under me, his sweet breath on my face, his lips just inches from mine—and there was nothing that could
distract me now, newborn vampire or not.
"We're going to tell Alice that I ran right to the clothes," I whispered, twisting my fingers into his hair and
pulling my face closer to his. "We're going to tell her I spent hours in there playing dress-up. We're going
to lie"
He caught up to my mood in an instant, or maybe he'd already been there, and he was just trying to let
me fully appreciate my birthday present, like a gentleman. He pulled my face to his with a sudden
fierceness, a low moan in his throat. The sound sent the electric current running through my body into a
near-frenzy, like I couldn't get close enough to him fast enough.
I heard the fabric tearing under our hands, and I was glad my clothes, at least, were already destroyed.
It was too late for his. It felt almost rude to ignore the pretty white bed, but we just weren't going to
make it that far.
This second honeymoon wasn't like our first.
Our time on the island had been the epitome of my human life. The very best of it. I'd been so ready to
string along my human time, just to hold on to what I had with him for a little while longer. Because the
physical part wasn't going to be the same ever again.
I should have guessed, after a day like today, that it would be better.
I could really appreciate him now—could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long,
flawless body with my strong new eyes, every angle and every plane of him. I could taste his pure, vivid
scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips.
My skin was so sensitive under his hands, too.
He was all new, a different person as our bodies tangled gracefully into one on the sand-pale floor. No
caution, no restraint. No fear—especially not that. We could love together— both active participants
now. Finally equals.
Like our kisses before, every touch was more than I was used to. So much of himself he'd been holding
back. Necessary at the time, but I couldn't believe how much I'd been missing.
I tried to keep in mind that I was stronger than he was, but it was hard to focus on anything with
sensations so intense, pulling my attention to a million different places in my body every second; if I hurt
him, he didn't complain.
A very, very small part of my head considered the interesting conundrum presented in this situation. I
was never going to get tired, and neither was he. We didn't have to catch our breath or rest or eat or
even use the bathroom; we had no more mundane human needs. He had the most beautiful, perfect body
in the world and I had him all to myself, and it didn't feel like I was ever going to find a point where I
would think, Now I've had enough for one day. I was always going to want more. And the day was
never going to end. So, in such a situation, how did we ever stop?
It didn't bother me at all that I had no answer.
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I sort of noticed when the sky began to lighten. The tiny ocean outside turned from black to gray, and a
lark started to sing somewhere very close by—maybe she had a nest in the roses.
"Do you miss it?" I asked him when her song was done.
It wasn't the first time we'd spoken, but we weren't exactly keeping up a conversation, either.
"Miss what?" he murmured.
"All of it—the warmth, the soft skin, the tasty smell… I'm not losing anything at all, and I just wondered if
it was a little bit sad for you that you were."
He laughed, low and gentle. "It would be hard to find someone less sad than I am now. Impossible, I'd
venture. Not many people get every single thing they want, plus all the things they didn't think to ask for,
in the same day."
"Are you avoiding the question?"
He pressed his hand against my face. "You are warm," he told me.
It was true, in a sense. To me, his hand was warm. It wasn't the same as touching Jacob's flame-hot
skin, but it was more comfortable. More natural.
Then he pulled his fingers very slowly down my face, lightly tracing from my jaw to my throat and then all
the way down to my waist. My eyes rolled back into my head a little.
"You are soft."
His fingers were like satin against my skin, so I could see what he meant.
"And as for the scent, well, I couldn't say I missed that. Do you remember the scent of those hikers on
our hunt?"
"I've been trying very hard not to."
"Imagine kissing that."
My throat ripped into flames like pulling the cord on a hot-air balloon.
"0/7."
"Precisely. So the answer is no. I am purely full of joy, because I am missing nothing. No one has more
than I do now."
I was about to inform him of the one exception to his statement, but my lips were suddenly very busy.
When the little pool turned pearl-colored with the sunrise, I thought of another question for him.
"How long does this go on? I mean, Carlisle and Esme, Em and Rose, Alice and Jasper—they don't
spend all day locked in their rooms. They're out in public, fully clothed, all the time. Does this… craving
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ever let up?" I twisted myself closer into him—quite an accomplishment, actually—to make it clear what I
was talking about.
"That's difficult to say. Everyone is different and, well, so far you're the very most different of all. The
average young vampire is too obsessed with thirst to notice much else for a while. That doesn't seem to
apply to you. With the average vampire, though, after that first year, other needs make themselves
known. Neither thirst nor any other desire really ever fades. It's simply a matter of learning to balance
them, learning to prioritize and manage___"
"How long?"
He smiled, wrinkling his nose a little. "Rosalie and Emmett were the worst. It took a solid decade before
I could stand to be within a five-mile radius of them. Even Carlisle and Esme had a difficult time
stomaching it. They kicked the happy couple out eventually. Esme built them a house, too. It was grander
than this one, but then, Esme knows what Rose likes, and she knows what you like."
"So, after ten years, then?" I was pretty sure that Rosalie and Emmett had nothing on us, but it might
sound cocky if I went higher than a decade. "Everybody is normal again? Like they are now?"
Edward smiled again. "Well, I'm not sure what you mean by normal. You've seen my family going about
life in a fairly human way, but you've been sleeping nights." He winked at me. "There's a tremendous
amount of time left over when you don't have to sleep. It makes balancing your… interests quite easy.
There's a reason why I'm the best musician in the family, why—besides Carlisle—I've read the most
books, studied the most sciences, become fluent
in the most languages… Emmett would have you believe that I'm such a know-it-all because of the mind
reading, but the truth is that I've just had a lot of free time."
We laughed together, and the motion of our laughter did interesting things to the way our bodies were
connected, effectively ending that conversation.
25. FAVOR
It was only a little while later that Edward reminded me of my priorities.
It took him just one word.
"Renesmee…"
I sighed. She would be awake soon. It must be nearly seven in the morning. Would she be looking for
me? Abruptly, something close to panic had my body freezing up. What would she look like today?
Edward felt the total distraction of my stress. "It's all right, love. Get dressed, and we'll be back to the
house in two seconds."
I probably looked like a cartoon, the way I sprung up, then looked back at him—his diamond body
faintly glinting in the diffuse light—then away to the west, where Renesmee waited, then back at him
again, then back toward her, my head whipping from side to side a half dozen times in a second. Edward
smiled, but didn't laugh; he was a strong man.
"It's all about balance, love. You're so good at all of this, I don't imagine it will take too long to put
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everything in perspective."
"And we have all night, right?"
He smiled wider. "Do you think I could bear to let you get dressed now if that weren't the case?"
That would have to be enough to get me through the daylight hours. I would balance this overwhelming,
devastating desire so that I could be a good— It was hard to think the word. Though Renesmee was
very real and vital in my life, it was still difficult to think of myself as a mother. I supposed anyone would
feel the same, though, without nine months to get used to the idea. And with a child that changed by the
hour.
The thought of Renesmee's speeding life had me stressed-out again in an instant. I didn't even pause at
the ornately carved double doors to catch my breath before finding out what Alice had done. I just burst
through, intent
on wearing the first things I touched. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
"Which ones are mine?" I hissed. As promised, the room was bigger than our bedroom. It might have
been bigger than the rest of the house put together, but I'd have to pace it off to be positive. I had a brief
mental flash of Alice trying to persuade Esme to ignore classic proportions and allow this monstrosity. I
wondered how Alice had won that one.
Everything was wrapped in garment bags, pristine and white, row after row after row.
"To the best of my knowledge, everything but this rack here"—he touched a bar that stretched along the
half-wall to the left of the door—"is yours."
"All of this?"
He shrugged.
"Alice," we said together. He said her name like an explanation; I said it like an expletive.
"Fine," I muttered, and I pulled down the zipper on the closest bag. I growled under my breath when I
saw the floorlength silk gown inside—baby pink.
Finding something normal to wear could take all day!
"Let me help," Edward offered. He sniffed carefully at the air and then followed some scent to the back
of the long room. There was a built-in dresser there. He sniffed again, then opened a drawer. With a
triumphant grin, he held out a pair of artfully faded blue jeans.
I flitted to his side. "How did you do that?"
"Denim has its own scent just like anything else. Now… stretch cotton?"
He followed his nose to a half-rack, unearthing a long-sleeved white t-shirt. He tossed it to me.
"Thanks," I said fervently. I inhaled each fabric, memorizing the scent for future searches through this
madhouse. I remembered silk and satin; I would avoid those.
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It only took him seconds to find his own clothes—if I hadn't seen him undressed, I would have sworn
there was nothing more beautiful than Edward in his khakis and pale beige pullover—and then he took
my hand. We darted through the hidden garden, leaped lightly over the stone wall, and hit the forest at a
dead sprint. I pulled my hand free so that we could race back. He beat me this time.
Renesmee was awake; she was sitting up on the floor with Rose and Emmett hovering over her, playing
with a little pile of twisted silverware. She had a mangled spoon in her right hand. As soon as she spied
me through the glass, she chucked the spoon on the floor—where it left a divot in the wood—and
pointed in my direction imperiously. Her audience laughed; Alice, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle were sitting
on the couch, watching her as if she were the most engrossing film.
I was through the door before their laughter had barely begun, bounding across the room and scooping
her up from the floor in the same second. We smiled widely at each other.
She was different, but not so much. A little longer again, her proportions drifting from babyish to
childlike. Her hair was longer by a quarter inch, the curls bouncing like springs with every movement. I'd
let my imagination run wild
on the trip back, and I'd imagined worse than this. Thanks to my overdone fears, these little changes
were almost a relief. Even without Carlisle's measurements, I was sure the changes were slower than
yesterday.
Renesmee patted my cheek. I winced. She was hungry again.
"How long has she been up?" I asked as Edward disappeared through the kitchen doorway. I was sure
he was on his way to get her breakfast, having seen what she'd just thought as clearly as I had. I
wondered if he would ever have noticed her little quirk, if he'd been the only one to know her. To him, it
probably would have seemed like hearing anyone.
"Just a few minutes," Rose said. "We would have called you soon. She's been asking for you—
demandingmight be a better description. Esme sacrificed her second-best silver service to keep the little
monster entertained." Rose smiled at Renesmee with so much gloating affection that the criticism was
entirely weightless. "We didn't want to… er, bother you."
Rosalie bit her lip and looked away, trying not to laugh. I could feel Emmett's silent laughter behind me,
sending vibrations through the foundations of the house.
I kept my chin high. "We'll get your room set up right away," I said to Renesmee. "You'll like the
cottage. It's magic." I look up at Esme. "Thank you, Esme. So much. It's absolutely perfect."
Before Esme could respond, Emmett was laughing again—it wasn't silent this time.
"So it's still standing?" he managed to get out between his snickers. "I would've thought you two had
knocked it to rubble by now. What were you doing last night? Discussing the national debt?" He howled
with laughter.
I gritted my teeth and reminded myself of the negative consequences when I'd let my temper get away
from me yesterday. Of course, Emmett wasn't as breakable as Seth___
Thinking of Seth made me wonder. "Where're the wolves today?" I glanced out the window wall, but
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there had been no sign of Leah on the way in.
"Jacob took off this morning pretty early," Rosalie told me, a little frown creasing her forehead. "Seth
followed him out."
"What was he so upset about?" Edward asked as he came back into the room with Renesmee's cup.
There must have been more in Rosalie's memory than I'd seen in her expression.
Without breathing, I handed Renesmee off to Rosalie. Super-self-control, maybe, but there was no way
I was going to be able to feed her. Not yet.
"I don't know—or care," Rosalie grumbled, but she answered Edward's question more fully. "He was
watching Nessie sleep, his mouth hanging open like the moron he is, and then he just jumped to his feet
without any kind of trigger—that I noticed, anyway—and stormed out. / was glad to be rid of him. The
more time he spends here, the less chance there is that we'll ever get the smell out."
"Rose," Esme chided gently.
Rosalie flipped her hair. "I suppose it doesn't matter. We won't be here that much longer."
"I still say we should go straight to New Hampshire and get things set up," Emmett said, obviously
continuing an
earlier conversation. "Bella's already registered at Dartmouth. Doesn't look like it will take her all that
long to be able to handle school." He turned to look at me with a teasing grin. Tm sure you'll ace your
classes… apparently there's nothing interesting for you to do at night besides study."
Rosalie giggled.
Do not lose your temper, do not lose your temper,I chanted to myself. And then I was proud of myself
for keeping my head.
So I was pretty surprised that Edward didn't.
He growled—an abrupt, shocking rasp of sound—and the blackest fury rolled across his expression like
storm clouds.
Before any of us could respond, Alice was on her feet.
