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to L。A。; that the seat beside 
me had never been filled。 Even Mike; always eager to take any advantage; had 
kept a safe distance。 
With Edward back in place; it was almost as if the last eight months were just 
a disturbing nightmare。 
Almost; but not quite。 There was the house arrest situation; for one thing。 
And for another; before the fall; 
I hadn't been best friends with Jacob Black。 So; of course; I hadn't missed 
him then。 
I wasn't at liberty to go to La Push; and Jacob wasn't ing to see me。 He 
wouldn't even answer my 
phone calls。 
I made these calls mostly at night; after Edward had been kicked out—promptly 
at nine by a grimly 
gleeful Charlie—and before Edward snuck back through my window when Charlie 
was asleep。 I chose 
that time to make my fruitless calls because I'd noticed that Edward made a 
certain face every time I 
mentioned Jacob's name。 Sort of disapproving and wary maybe even angry。 I 
guessed that he had 
some reciprocal prejudice against the werewolves; though he wasn't as vocal as 
Jacob had been about 
the 〃bloodsuckers。〃 
So; I didn't mention Jacob much。 
With Edward near me; it was hard to think about unhappy things—even my former 
besi fnend; who was 
probably very unhappy right now; due to me。 When I did think of Jake; I always 
felt guilty for not 
thinking of him more。 
The fairy tale was back on。 Prince returned; bad spell broken。 I wasn't sure 
exactly what to do about the 
leftover; unresolved character。 Where was his happily ever after? 
Weeks passed; and Jacob still wouldn't answer my calls。 It started to bee a 
constant worry。 Like a 
dripping faucet in the back of my head that I couldn't shut off or ignore。 
Drip; drip; drip。 Jacob; Jacob; 
Jacob。 
So; though I didn't mention Jacob much; sometimes my frustration and anxiety 
boiled over。 
〃It's just plain rude!〃 I vented one Saturday afternoon when Edward picked me 
up from work。 Being 
angry about things was easier than feeling guilty。 〃Downright insulting!〃 
I'd varied my pattern; in hopes of a different response。 I'd called Jake from 
work this time; only to get an 
unhelpfulBilly。Again。 
〃Billy said he didn't want to talk to me;〃 I fumed; glaring at the rain oozing 
down the passenger window。 
〃That he was there; and wouldn't walk three steps to get to the phone! Usually 
Billy just says he's out or 
busy or sleeping or something。 I mean; it's not like I didn't know he was 
lying to me; but at least it was a 
polite way to handle it。 I guess Billy hates me now; too。 It's not fair!〃 
〃It's not you; Bella;〃 Edward said quietly。 〃Nobody hates you。〃 
〃Feels that way;〃 I muttered; folding my arms across my chest。 It was no more 
than a stubborn gesture。 
There was no hole there now—I could barely remember the empty feeling 
anymore。 
〃Jacob knows we're back; and I'm sure that he's ascertained that I'm with 
you;〃 Edward said。 〃He won't 
e anywhere near me。 The enmity is rooted too deeply。〃 
〃That's stupid。 He knows you're not like other vampires。〃 
〃There's still good reason to keep a safe distance。〃 
I glared blindly out the windshield; seeing only Jacob's face; set in the 
bitter mask I hated。 
〃Bella; we are what we are;〃 Edward said quietly。 〃I can control myself; but I 
doubt he can。 He's very 
young。 It would most likely turn into a fight; and I don't know if I could 
stop it before I k—〃 he broke off; 
and then quickly continued。 〃Before I hurt him。 You would be unhappy。 I don't 
want that to happen。〃 
I remembered what Jacob had said in the kitchen; hearing the words with 
perfect recall in his husky 
voice。 I'm not sure that I'm even…tempered enough to handle that You 
probably wouldn't like it 
so much if I killed your friend。 But he'd been able to handle it; that time 
〃Edward Cullen;〃 I whispered。 〃Were you about to say 'killed him? Were you?〃 
He looked away from me; staring into the rain。 In front of us; the red light I 
hadn't noticed turned green 
and he started forward again; driving very slowly。 Not his usual way of 
driving。 
〃I would try very hard not to do that;〃 Edward finally said。 
I stared at him with my mouth hanging open; but he continued to look straight 
ahead。 We were paused at 
the corner stop sign。 
Abruptly; I remembered what had happened to Paris when Romeo came back。 The 
stage directions 
were simple: They fight。 Paris falls。 
But that was ridiculous。 Impossible。 
〃Well;〃 I said; and took a deep breath; shaking my head to dispel the words in 
my head。 〃Nothing like 
that is ever going to happen; so there's no reason to worry about it。 And you 
know Charlie's staring at 
the clock right now。 You'd better get me home before I get in more trouble for 
being late。〃 
I turned my face up toward him; to smile halfheartedly。 
Every time I looked at his face; that impossibly perfect face; my heart 
pounded strong and healthy and 
very there in my chest。 This time; the pounding raced ahead of its usual 
besotted pace。 I recognized the 
expression on his statue…still face。 
〃You're already in more trouble; Bella;〃 he whispered through unmoving lips。 
I slid closer; clutching his arm as I followed his gaze to see what he was 
seeing。 I don't know what I 
expected—maybe Victoria standing in the middle of the street; her flaming red 
hair blowing in the wind; 
or a line of tall black cloaks or a pack of angry werewolves。 But I didn't 
see anything at all。 
〃What? What is it?〃 
He took a deep breath。 〃Charlie〃 
〃My dad?〃 I screeched。 
He looked down at me then; and his expression was calm enough to ease some of 
my panic。 
〃Charlie is probably not going to kill you; but he's thinking about it;〃 he 
told me。 He started to drive 
forward again; down my street; but he passed the house and parked by the edge 
of the trees。 
〃What did I do?〃 I gasped。 
Edward glanced back at Charlie's house。 I followed his gaze; and noticed for 
the first time what was 
parked in the driveway next to the cruiser。 Shiny; bright red; impossible to 
miss。 My motorcycle; flaunting 
itself in the driveway。 
Edward had said that Charlie was ready to kill me; so he must know that—that 
it was mine。 There was 
only one person who could be behind this treachery。 
〃No!〃 I gasped。 〃Why? Why would Jacob do this to me?〃 The sting of betrayal 
washed through me。 I 
had trusted Jacob implicitly—trusted him with every single secret I had。 He 
was supposed to be my safe 
harbor—the person I could always rely on。 Of course things were strained 
right now; but I didn't think 
any of the underlying foundation had changed。 I didn't think that was 
changeable! 
What had I done to deserve this? Charlie was going to be so mad—and worse 
than that; he was going to 
be hurt and worried。 Didn't he have enough to deal with already? I would have 
never imagined that Jake 
could be so petty and just plain mean。 Tears sprang; smarting; into my eyes; 
but they were not tears of 
sadness。 I had been betrayed。 I was suddenly so angry that my head throbbed 
like it was going to 
explode。 
〃Is he still here?〃 I hissed。 
〃Yes。 He's waiting for us there。〃 Edward told me; nodding toward the slender 
path that divided the dark 
fringe of the forest in two。 
I jumped out of the car; launching myself toward the trees with my hands 
already balled into fists for the 
first punch。 
Why did Edward have to be so much faster than me? 
He caught me around the waist before I made the path。 
〃Let me go! I'm going to murder him! Traitor!〃 I shouted the epithet toward 
the trees。 
〃Charlie will hear you;〃 Edward warned me。 〃And once he gets you inside; he 
may brick over the 
doorway。〃 
I glanced back at the house instinctively; and it seemed like the glossy red 
bike was all I could see。 I was 
seeing red。 My head throbbed again。 
〃Just give me one round with Jacob; and then I'll deal with Charlie。〃 I 
struggled futilely to break free。 
〃Jacob Black wants to see me。 That's why he's still here。〃 
That stopped me cold—took the fight right out of me。 My hands went limp。 They 
fight; Paris falls。 
I was furious; but not that furious。 
〃Talk?〃 I asked。 
〃More or less。〃 
〃How much more?〃 My voice shook。 
Edward smoothed my

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