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Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.
“My name was Mary Alice Brandon,”
“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason.… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty.
“Oh, c’mon,” I said, an edge of hysteria in my voice. “I’m only eighteen.” “Well, I’m nearly a hundred and ten. It’s time I settled down.”
“Thank you,” Edward said, and his voice throbbed with the depth of his sincerity. “I will never be able to tell you how grateful I am. I will owe you for the rest of my… existence.” Jacob stared at him blankly, his shudders stilled by surprise. He exchanged a quick glance with me, but my face was just as mystified. “For keeping Bella alive,” Edward clarified, his voice rough and fervent. “When I… didn’t.”
“I didn’t do it for your benefit.” “I know. But that doesn’t erase the gratitude I feel. I thought you should know. If there’s ever anything in my power to do for you…” Jacob raised one black brow. Edward shook his head. “That’s not in my power.” “Whose, then?” Jacob growled. Edward looked down at me. “Hers. I’m a quick learner, Jacob Black, and I don’t make the same mistake twice. I’m here until she orders me away.”
