I’d rather die than be with anyone but you.
Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.
You still owe me a yellow Porsche.
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm – into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
And it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.
Strange world isn’t it?
Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.
Interceded? You threw me to the sharks!
I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward’s grimace to Jacob’s sneer.
Jacob’s little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn’t the smile I’d been waiting to see.
Nature taking its course – hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
I almost took the door off the car.
I belong wherever I want to be.
I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.
No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn’t make it worse to have it said out loud.
We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday.
Don’t worry, Mel. Miracles don’t work that way. I’ll never lose you. I’ll never let you get away from me.
You can’t trust a vampire, trust me.
It was the first time I’d ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.
Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward’s hand. “Nice teamwork,” Edward murmured.