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I’ll be back so soon you won’t have time to miss me. Look after my heart—I‘ve left it with you.
“See,” I explained. “I don’t care who’s a vampire and who’s a werewolf. That’s irrelevant. You are Jacob, and he is Edward, and I am Bella. And nothing else matters.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “But I am a werewolf,” he said unwillingly. “And he is a vampire,” he added with obvious revulsion. “And I’m a Virgo!” I shouted, exasperated.
“Sleep, my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love.”
He threw the black thing, whatever it was, over his arm and then took my face in his hands. “There are things between my hands right now that I can’t live without. You could take care of them.”
“I’ll be fighting for her, too. You should know that. I’m not taking anything for granted, and I’ll be fighting twice as hard as you will.” “Good,” Jacob growled. “It’s no fun beating someone who forfeits.” “She is mine.” Edward’s low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. “I didn’t say I would fight fair.” “Neither did I.” “Best of luck.” Jacob nodded. “Yes, may the best man win.” “That sounds about right… pup.”
“Yes, I know that, too. But… when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark—on both of you. I’m not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can’t blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn’t let me escape the consequences.”
“He’s like a drug for you, Bella.” His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. “I see that you can’t live without him now. It’s too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.”
“I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the
clouds nicely for me.” He sighed. “The clouds I can handle. But I can’t f...
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He once again slid my ring into place on the third finger of my left hand. Where it would stay—conceivably for the rest of eternity.
