warm and forting and familiar。
Safe。 Jacob was a safe harbor。
I could stake a claim。 I had that much within my power。
I'd have to tell him everything； I knew that。 It was the only way to be fair。
I'd have to explain it right； so
that he'd know I wasn't settling； that he was much too good for me。 He already
knew I was broken； that
part wouldn't surprise him； but he'd need to know the extent of it。 I'd even
have to admit that I was
crazy—explain about the voices I heard。 He'd need to know everything before
he made a decision。
But； even as I recognized that necessity； I knew he would take me in spite of
it all。 He wouldn't even
pause to think it through。
I would have to mit to this—mit as much of me as there was left； every
one of the broken
pieces。 It was the only way to be fair to him。 Would I？ Could I？
Would it be so wrong to try to make Jacob happy？ Even if the love I felt for
him was no more than a
weak echo of what I was capable of； even if my heart was far away； wandering
and grieving after my
fickle Romeo； would it be so very wrong？
Jacob stopped the truck in front of my dark house； cutting the engine so it
was suddenly silent。 Like so
many other times； he seemed to be in tune with my thoughts now。
He threw his other arm around me； crushing me against his cheat； binding me to
him。 Again； this felt nice。
Almost like being a whole person again。
I thought he would be thinking of Harry； but then he spoke； and his tone was
apologetic。 〃Sorry。 I
know you don't feel exactly the way I do； Bella。 I swear I don't mind。 I'm
just so glad you're okay that I
could sing—and that's something no one wants to hear。〃 He laughed his throaty
laugh in my ear。
My breathing kicked up a notch； sanding the walls of my throat。
Wouldn't Edward； indifferent as he might be； want me to be as happy as
possible under the
circumstances？ Wouldn't enough friendly emotion linger for him to want that
much for me？ I thought he
would。 He wouldn't begrudge me this： giving just a small bit of love he didn't
want to my friend Jacob。
After all； it wasn't the same love at all。
Jake pressed his warm cheek against the top of my hair。
If I turned my face to the side—if I pressed my lips against his bare
shoulder。。。 I knew without any doubt
what would follow。 It would be very easy。 There would be no need for
explanations tonight。
But could I do it？ Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life？
Butterflies assaulted my stomach as I thought of turning my head。
And then； as clearly as if I were in immediate danger； Edward's velvet voice
whispered in my ear。
〃Be happy；〃 he told me。
I froze。
Jacob felt me stiffen and released me automatically； reaching for the door。
Wait； I wanted to say。 Just a minute。 But I was still locked in place；
listening to the echo of Edward's
voice in my head。
Storm…cooled air blew through the cab of the truck。
〃OH！〃 The breath whooshed out of Jacob like someone had punched him in the
gut。 〃Holy crap！〃
He slammed the door and twisted the keys in the ignition at the same moment。
His hands were shaking
so hard I didn't know how he managed it。
〃What's wrong？〃
He revved the engine too fast； it sputtered and faltered。
〃Vampire；〃 he spit out。
The blood rushed from my head and left me dizzy。 〃How do you know？〃
〃Because I can smell it。 Dammit！〃
Jacob's eyes were wild； raking the dark street。 He barely seemed aware of the
tremors that were rolling
through his body。 〃Phase or get her out of here？〃 he hissed at himself。
He looked down at me for a split second； taking in my horror…struck eyes and
white face； and then he
was scanning the street again。 〃Right。 Get you out。〃
The engine caught with a roar。 The tires squealed as he spun the truck around；
turning toward our only
escape。 The headlights washed across the pavement； lit the front line of the
black forest； and finally
glinted off a car parked across the street from my house。
〃Stop！〃 I gasped。
It was a black car—a car I knew。 I might be the furthest thing from an
autophile； but I could tell you
everything about that particular car。 It was a Mercedes S55 AMG。 I knew the
horsepower and the color
of the interior。 I knew the feel of the powerful engine purring through the
frame。 I knew the rich smell of
the leather seats and the way the extra…dark tint made noon look like dusk
through those windows。
It was Carlisle's car。
〃Stop！〃 I cried again； louder this time； because Jacob was gunning the truck
down the street。
〃What？！〃
〃It's not Victoria。 Stop； stop！ I want to go back。〃
He stomped on the brake so hard I had to catch myself against the dashboard。
〃What？〃 he asked again； aghast。 He stared at me with horror in his eyes。
〃It's Carlisle's car！ It's the Cullens。 I know it。〃
He watched dawn break across my face； and a violent tremor rocked his frame。
〃Hey； calm down； Jake。 It's okay。 No danger； see？ Relax。〃
〃Yeah； calm；〃 he panted； putting his head down and closing his eyes。 While he
concentrated on not
exploding into a wolf； I stared out the back window at the black car。
It was just Carlisle； I told myself。 Don't expect anything more。 Maybe Esme
Stop right there； I told
myself。 Just Carlisle。 That was plenty。 More than I'd ever hoped to have
again。
〃There's a vampire in your house；〃 Jacob hissed。 〃And you want to go back？〃
I glanced at him； ripping my unwilling eyes off the Mercedes—terrified that
it would disappear the second
I looked away。
〃Of course；〃 I said； my voice blank with surprise at his question。 Of course I
wanted to go back。
Jacob's face hardened while I stared at him； congealing into the bitter mask
that I'd thought was gone for
good。 Just before he had the mask in place； I caught the spasm of betrayal
that flashed in his eyes。 His
hands were still shaking。 He looked ten years older than me。
He took a deep breath。 〃You're sure it's not a trick？〃 he asked in a slow；
heavy voice。
〃It's not a trick。 It's Carlisle。 Take me back！〃
A shudder rippled through his wide shoulders； but his eyes were flat and
emotionless。 〃No。〃
〃Jake； it's okay—〃
〃No。 Take yourself back； Bella。〃 His voice was a slap—I flinched as the sound
of it struck me。 His jaw
clenched and unclenched。
〃Look； Bella；〃 he said in the same hard voice。 〃I can't go back。 Treaty or no
treaty； that's my enemy in
there。〃
〃It's not like that—〃
〃I have to tell Sam right away。 This changes things。 We can't be caught on
their territory。〃
〃Jake； it's not a war！〃
He didn't listen。 He put the truck in neutral and jumped out the door； leaving
it running。
〃Bye； Bella；〃 he called back over his shoulder。 〃I really hope you don't die。〃
He sprinted into the
darkness； shaking so hard that his shape seemed blurred； he disappeared before
I could open my mouth
to call him back。
Remorse pinned me against the seat for one long second。 What had I just done
to Jacob'？
But remorse couldn't hold me very long。
I slid across the seat and put the truck back in drive。 My hands were shaking
almost as hard as Jake's
had been； and this took a minute of concentration。 Then I carefully turned the
truck around and drove it
back to my house。
It was very dark when I turned off the headlights。 Charlie had left in such a
hurry that he'd forgotten to
leave the porch lamp on。 I felt a pang of doubt； staring at the house； deep in
shadow。 What if it was a
trick？
I looked back at the black car； almost invisible in the night。 No。 I knew that
car。
Still； my hands were shaking even worse than before as I reached for the key
above the door。 When I
grabbed the doorknob to unlock it； it twisted easily under my hand。 I let the
door fall open。 The hallway
was black。
I wanted to call out a greeting； but my throat was too dry。 I couldn't quite
seem to catch my breath。
I took a step inside and fumbled for the light switch。 It was so black—like
the black water Where was
that switch？
Just like the black water； with the orange flame flickering impossibly on top
of it。 Flame that couldn't be a
fire； but what then ？ My fingers traced the wall； still searching； still