 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
come 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 hair back from my face. "Don't worry, he's not here to fight me. He's acting as?


spokesperson for the pack.
"
"Oh.
"
Edward looked at the house again, then tightened his arm around my waist and pulled me toward the


woods. "We should hurry. Charlie's getting impatient." 
We didn't have to go far; Jacob waited just a short ways up the path. He lounged against a mossy tree 
trunk as he waited, his face hard and bitter, exactly the way I knew it would be. He looked at me, and 
then at Edward. Jacob's mouth stretched into a humorless sneer, and he shrugged away from the tree. He 
stood on the balls of his bare feet, leaning slightly forward, with his trembling hands clenched into fists. He 

looked bigger than the last time I'd seen him. Somehow, impossibly, he was still growing. He would 
tower over Edward, if they stood next to each other. 
But Edward stopped as soon as we saw him, leaving a wide space between us and Jacob. Edward 

turned his body, shifting me so that I was behind him. I leaned around him to stare at Jacob?to accuse 


him with my eyes.
I would have thought that seeing his resentful, cynical expression would only make me angrier. Instead, it


reminded me of the last time I'd seen him, with tears in his eyes. My fury weakened, faltered, as I stared
at Jacob. It had been so long since I'd seen him?I hated that our reunion had to be like this.
"Bella," Jacob said as a greeting, nodding once toward me without looking away from Edward.
"Why?" I whispered, trying to hide the sound of the lump in my throat. "How could you do this to me,


Jacob?
"
The sneer vanished, but his face stayed hard and rigid. "It's for the best.
"
"What is that supposed to mean? Do you want Charlie to strangle me? Or did you want him to have 
a


heart attack, like Harry? No matter how mad you are at me, how could you do this to him?
"
Jacob winced, and his eyebrows pulled together, but he didn't answer.
"He didn't want to hurt anyone?he just wanted to get you grounded, so that you wouldn't be allowed to


spend time with me," Edward murmured, explaining the thoughts Jacob wouldn't say.
Jacob's eyes sparked with hate as he glowered at Edward again.
"Aw, Jake!" I groaned. "I'm already grounded! Why do you think I haven't been down to La Push to


kick your butt for avoiding my phone calls?
"


Jacob's eyes flashed back to me, confused for the first time. "That's why?" he asked, and then locked his
jaw, like he was sorry he'd said anything.
"He thought I wouldn't let you, not Charlie," Edward explained again.
"Stop that," Jacob snapped.
Edward didn't answer.
Jacob shuddered once, and then gritted his teeth as hard as his fists. "Bella wasn't exaggerating about


your? abilities," he said through his teeth. "So you must already know why I'm here.
"
"Yes," Edward agreed in a soft voice. "But, before you begin, I need to say something.
"
Jacob waited, clenching and unclenching his hands as he tried to control the shivers rolling down his arms.
"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.
"
"Edward?," I started to say, but he held one hand up, his eyes on Jacob.
Understanding washed over Jacob's face before the hard mask returned. "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.
"


I was immersed momentarily in his golden gaze. It wasn't hard to understand what I'd missed in the
conversation. The only thing that Jacob would want from Edward would be his absence.
"Never," I whispered, still locked in Edward's eyes.
Jacob made a gagging sound.
I unwillingly broke free from Edward's gaze to frown at Jacob. "Was there something else you needed,


Jacob? You wanted me in trou