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“I may not give you back, though,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“I told you—I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’m giving up.” He was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious. “Giving up?” I repeated in confusion. “Yes—giving up trying to be good. I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.” His smile faded as he explained, and a hard edge crept into his voice.
He grinned. “Well, we can try, I suppose. But I’m warning you now that I’m not a good friend for you.” Behind his smile, the warning was real.
“I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.”
“Ha ha.” I still had my eyes closed, but I was feeling more normal every minute. “Honestly—I’ve seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.” “Poor Mike. I’ll bet he’s mad.” “He absolutely loathes me,” Edward said cheerfully. “You can’t know that,” I argued, but then I wondered suddenly if he could. “I saw his face—I could tell.”
“It’s twilight,” Edward murmured,
“It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share,”
Alice announced.
“Sorry, I don’t believe I have enough to spare,” he replied, his arms holding me recklessly close.
“Damn it, Bella!” he broke off, gasping. “You’ll be the death of me, I swear you will.”
Hes so down bad
“I love you,” he said. “It’s a poor excuse for what I’m doing, but it’s still true.”
Jasper and I looked at each other. He stood across the length of the entryway from me… being careful.
“You’re wrong, you know,” he said quietly. “What?” I gasped. “I can feel what you’re feeling now—and you are worth it.” “I’m not,” I mumbled. “If anything happens to them, it will be for nothing.” “You’re wrong,” he repeated, smiling kindly at me.
“I miss you,” I whispered. “I know, Bella. Believe me, I know. It’s like you’ve taken half my self away with you.” “Come and get it, then,” I challenged. “Soon, as soon as I possibly can. I will make you safe first.” His voice was hard. “I love you,” I reminded him.
“I’m not coming over anymore if Alice is going to treat me like Guinea Pig Barbie when I do,” I griped. I’d spent the better part of the day in Alice’s staggeringly vast bathroom, a helpless victim as she played hairdresser and cosmetician.
“Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?” I whispered conspiratorially. “And where do you fit into that scheme?” He glared. “Oh, I’m with the vampires, of course.” He smiled reluctantly. “Anything to get out of dancing.” “Anything.”
His eyebrows rose. “Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?” “Not exactly,” I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. “Mostly I dream about being with you forever.”
