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〃No。 You don't。〃
He glowered at me and started to speak； but I cut him off。
〃If you really believed that you'd lost your soul； then when I found you in Volterra； you would have
realized immediately what was happening； instead of thinking we were both dead together。 But you
didn't—you said 'Amazing。 Carlisle was right；'〃 I reminded him； triumphant。 〃There's hope in you； after
all。〃
For once； Edward was speechless。
〃So let's both just be hopeful； all right？〃 I suggested。 〃Not that it matters。 If you stay； I don't need
heaven。〃
He got up slowly； and came to put his hands on either side of my face as he stared into my eyes。
〃Forever；〃 he vowed； still a little staggered。
〃That's all I'm asking for；〃 I said； and stretched up on my toes so that I could press my lips to his。
EPILOGUE TREATY
ALMOST EVERYTHING WAS BACK TO NORMAL—THE GOOD； prezombie normal—in less
time than I would have believed possible。 The hospital weled Carlisle back with eager arms； not even
bothering to conceal their delight that Esme had found life in L。A。 so little to her liking。 Thanks to the
Calculus test I'd missed while abroad； Alice and Edward were in better to shape to graduate than I was
at the moment。 Suddenly； college was a priority （college was still plan B； on the off chance that Edward's
offer swayed me from the postgraduation Carlisle option）。 Many deadlines had passed me by； but
Edward had a new stack of applications for me to fill out every day。 He'd already done the Harvard
route； so it didn't bother him that； thanks to my procrastination； we might both end up at Peninsula
munity College next year。
Charlie was not happy with me； or speaking to Edward。 But at least Edward was allowed—during my
designated visiting hours—inside the house again。 I just wasn't allowed out of it。
School and work were the only exceptions； and the dreary； dull yellow walls of my classrooms had
bee oddly inviting to me of late。 That had a lot to do with the person who sat in the desk beside me。
Edward had resumed his schedule from the beginning of the year； which put him in most of my classes
again。 My behavior had been such last fall； after the Cullens' supposed move 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 eventempered 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 statuestill 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 cru