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〃You're shameless。〃
〃Yep。〃
She pursed her lips； and stared up at me； a hint of accusation in her expression。 I
paid better attention later。 Are you going to tell them that she knows？
I sighed。 〃Yes。 Later。〃
I won't say anything。 Do me a favor and tell Rosalie when I'm not around； okay？
I flinched。 〃Sure。〃
Bella took it pretty well。
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〃Too well。〃
Alice grinned at me。 Don't underestimate Bella。
I tried to block the image I didn't want to see—Bella and Alice； best of friends。
Impatient now； I sighed heavily。 I wanted to be through with the next part of the
evening； I wanted it over with。 But I was a little worried to leave Forks？
〃Alice？〃 I began。 She saw what I was planning to ask。
She'll be fine tonight。 I'm keeping a better watch now。 She sort of needs twenty…
four hour supervision； doesn't she？
〃At least。〃
〃Anyway； you'll be with her soon enough。〃
I took a deep breath。 The words were beautiful to me。
〃Go on—get this done so you can be where you want to be；〃 she told me。
I nodded； and hurried up to Carlisle's room。
He was waiting for me； his eyes on the door rather than the thick book on his
desk。
〃I heard Alice tell you where to find me；〃 he said； and smiled。
It was a relief to be with him； to see the empathy and deep intelligence in his eyes。
Carlisle would know what to do。
〃I need help。〃
〃Anything； Edward；〃 he promised。
〃Did Alice tell you what happened to Bella tonight？〃
Almost happened； he amended。
〃Yes； almost。 I've got a dilemma； Carlisle。 You see； I want？very much？to kill
him。〃 The words started to flow fast and passionate。 〃So much。 But I know that would
be wrong； because it would be vengeance； not justice。 All anger； no impartiality。 Still； it
can't be right to leave a serial rapist and killer wandering Port Angeles！ I don't know the
humans there； but I can't let someone else take Bella's place as his victim。 Those other
women—someone might feel about them the way I feel about Bella。 Might suffer what I
would have suffered if she'd been harmed。 It's not right—〃
His wide； unexpected smile stopped the rush of my words cold。
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She's very good for you； isn't she？ So much compassion； so much control。 I'm
impressed。
〃I'm not looking for compliments； Carlisle。〃
〃Of course not。 But I can't help my thoughts； can I？〃 He smiled again。 〃I'll take
care of it。 You can rest easy。 No one else will be harmed in Bella's place。〃
I saw the plan in his head。 It wasn't exactly what I wanted； it did not satisfy my
craving for brutality； but I could see that it was the right thing。
〃I'll show you where to find him；〃 I said。
〃Let's go。〃
He grabbed his black bag on the way。 I would have preferred a more aggressive
form of sedation—like a cracked skull—but I would let Carlisle do this his way。
We took my car。 Alice was still on the steps。 She grinned and waved as we drove
away。 I saw that she had looked ahead for me； we would have no difficulties。
The trip was very short on the dark； empty road。 I left off my headlights to keep
from attracting attention。 It made me smile to think how Bella would have reacted to this
pace。 I'd already been driving slower than usual—to prolong my time with her—when
she'd objected。
Carlisle was thinking of Bella； too。
I didn't foresee that she would be so good for him。 That's unexpected。 Perhaps
this was somehow meant to be。 Perhaps it serves a higher purpose。 Only？
He pictured Bella with snow cold skin and blood red eyes； and then flinched away
from the image。
Yes。 Only。 Indeed。 Because how could there be any good in destroying
something so pure and lovely？
I glowered into the night； all the joy of the evening destroyed by his thoughts。
Edward deserves happiness。 He's owed it。 The fierceness of Carlisle's thoughts
surprised me。 There must be a way。
I wished I could believe that—either one。 But there was no higher purpose to
what was happening to Bella。 Just a vicious harpy； an ugly； bitter fate who could not bear
for Bella to have the life she deserved。
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I did not linger in Port Angeles。 I took Carlisle to the dive where the creature
named Lonnie was drowning his disappointment with his friends—two of whom had
already passed out。 Carlisle could see how hard it was for me to be so close—for me to
hear the monster's thoughts and see his memories； memories of Bella mixed in with less
fortunate girls who no one could save now。
My breathing sped。 I clenched the steering wheel。
Go； Edward； he told me gently。 I'll make the rest of them safe。 You go back to
Bella。
It was exactly the right thing to say。 Her name was the only distraction that could
mean anything to me now。
I left him in the car； and ran back to Forks in a straight line through the sleeping
forest。 It took less time than the first journey in the speeding car。 It was just minutes
later that I scaled the side of her house and slid her window out of my way。
I sighed silently with relief。 Everything was just as it should be。 Bella was safe
in her bed； dreaming； her wet hair tangled like seaweed across the pillow。
But； unlike most nights； she was curled into a small ball with the covers stretched
taut around her shoulders。 Cold； I guessed。 Before I could settle into my usual seat； she
shivered in her sleep； and her lips trembled。
I thought for a brief moment； and then I eased out into the hallway； exploring
another part of her house for the first time。
Charlie's snores were loud and even。 I could almost catch the edge of his dream。
Something with the rush of water and patient expectation？fishing； maybe？
There； at the top of the stairs； was a promising looking cupboard。 I opened it
hopefully； and found what I was looking for。 I selected the thickest blanket from the tiny
linen closet； and took it back into her room。 I would return it before she woke； and no
one would be the wiser。
Holding my breath； I cautiously spread the blanket over her； she didn't react to
the added weight。 I returned to the rocking chair。
While I waited anxiously for her to warm up； I thought of Carlisle； wondering
where he was now。 I knew his plan would go smoothly—Alice had seen that。
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Thinking of my father made me sigh—Carlisle gave me too much credit。 I
wished I was the person he thought me to be。 That person； the one who deserved
happiness； might hope to be worthy of this sleeping girl。 How different things would be
if I could be that Edward。
As I pondered this； a strange； uncalled image filled my head。
For one moment； the hag…faced fate I'd imagined； the one who sought Bella's
destruction； was replaced by the most foolish and reckless of angels。 A guardian angel—
something Carlisle's version of me might have had。 With a heedless smile on her lips；
her sky…colored eyes full of mischief； the angel formed Bella in such a fashion that there
was no way that I could possibly overlook her。 A ridiculously potent scent to demand my
attention； a silent mind to enf