very good at her job。
〃No；〃 Edward answered coldly。
She nodded； smiled at me； and then disappeared。
I waited until she was out of hearing range。 〃Does she know what's going on
here？〃 I demanded； my
voice low and hoarse。 I was getting control of myself； my breathing evening
out。
〃Yes。 She knows everything；〃 Edward told me。
〃Does she know they're going to kill her someday？〃
〃She's knows it's a possibility；〃 he said。
That surprised me。
Edward's face was hard to read。 〃She's hoping they'll decide to keep her。〃
I felt the blood leave my face。 〃She wants to be one of them？〃
He nodded once； his eyes sharp on my face； watching my reaction。
I shuddered。 〃How can she want that？〃 I whispered； more to myself than really
looking for an answer。
〃How can she watch those people file through to that hideous room and want to
be a part of that？〃
Edward didn't answer。 His expression twisted in response to something I'd
said。
As I stared at his too beautiful face； trying to understand the change； it
suddenly struck me that I was
really here； in Edward's arms； however fleetingly； and that we were not—at
this exact moment—about to
be killed。
〃Oh； Edward；〃 I cried； and I was sobbing again。 It was such a stupid reaction。
The tears were too thick
for me to see his face again； and that was inexcusable。 I only had until
sunset for sure。 Like a fairy tale
again； with deadlines that ended the magic。
〃What's wrong？〃 he asked； still anxious； rubbing my back with gentle pats。
I wrapped my arms around his neck—what was the worst he could do？ Just push
me away—and
hugged myself closer to him。 〃Is it really sick for me to be happy right now？〃
I asked。 My voice broke
twice。
He didn't push me away。 He pulled me tight against his ice…hard chest； so
tight it was hard to breathe；
even with my lungs securely intact。 〃I know exactly what you mean；〃 he
whispered。 〃But we have lots of
reasons to be happy。 For one； we're alive。〃
〃Yes；〃 I agreed。 〃That's a good one。〃
〃And together；〃 he breathed。 His breath was so sweet it made my head swim。
I just nodded； sure that he did not place the same weight on that
consideration as I did。
〃And； with any luck； we'll still be alive tomorrow。〃
〃Hopefully；〃 I said uneasily。
〃The outlook is quite good；〃 Alice assured me。 She'd been so quiet； I'd almost
forgotten her presence。
〃I'll see Jasper in less than twenty…four hours；〃 she added in a satisfied
tone。
Lucky Alice。 She could trust her future。
I couldn't keep my eyes off of Edward's face for long。 I stared at him；
wishing more than anything that the
future would never happen。 That this moment would last forever； or； if it
couldn't； that I would stop
existing when it did。
Edward stared right back at me； his dark eyes soft； and it was easy to pretend
that he felt the same way。
So that's what I did。 I pretended； to make the moment sweeter。
His fingertips traced the circles under my eyes。 〃You look so tired。〃
〃And you look thirsty；〃 I whispered back； studying the purple bruises under
his black irises。
He shrugged。 〃It's nothing。〃
〃Are you sure？ I could sit with Alice；〃 I offered； unwilling； I'd rather he
killed me now than move one inch
from where I was。
〃Don't be ridiculous。〃 He sighed； his sweet breath caressed my face。 〃I've
never been in better control of
that side of my nature than right now。〃
I had a million questions for him。 One of them bubbled to my lips now； but I
held my tongue。 I didn't
want to ruin the moment； as imperfect as it was； here in this room that made
me sick； under the eyes of
the would…be monster。
Here in his arms； it was so easy to fantasize that he wanted me。 I didn't want
to think about his
motivations now—about whether he acted this way to keep me calm while we were
still in danger； or if
he just felt guilty for where we were and relieved that he wasn't responsible
for my death。 Maybe the time
apart had been enough that I didn't bore him for the moment。 But it didn't
matter。 I was so much happier
pretending。
I lay quiet in his arms； re…memorizing his face； pretending
He stared at my face like he was doing the same； while he and Alice discussed
how to get home。 Their
voices were so quick and low that I knew Gianna couldn't understand。 I missed
half of it myself。 It
sounded like more theft would be involved； though。 I wondered idly if the
yellow Porsche had made it
back to its owner yet。
〃What was all that talk about singers？〃 Alice asked at one point。
〃La tua cantante；〃 Edward said。 His voice made the words into music。
〃Yes； that；〃 Alice said； and I concentrated for a moment。 I'd wondered about
that； too； at the time。
I felt Edward shrug around me。 〃They have a name for someone who smells the
way Bella does to me。
They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me。〃
Alice laughed。
I was tired enough to sleep； but I fought against the weariness。 I wasn't
going to miss a second of the time
I had with him。 Now and then； as he talked with Alice； he would lean down
suddenly and kiss me—his
glass…smooth lips brushing against my hair； my forehead； the tip of my nose。
Each time it was like an
electric shock to my long dormant heart。 The sound of its beating seemed to
fill the entire room。
It was heaven—right smack in the middle of hell。
I lost track of the time pletely。 So when Edward's arms tightened around
me； and both he and Alice
looked to the back of the room with wary eyes； I panicked。 I cringed into
Edward's chest as Alec—his
eyes now a vivid ruby； but still spotless in his light gray suit despite the
afternoon meal—walked through
the double doors。
It was good news。
〃You're free to leave now；〃 Alec told us； his tone so warm you'd think we were
all lifelong friends。 〃We
ask that you don't linger in the city。〃
Edward made no answering pretence； his voice was ice cold。 〃That won't be a
problem。〃
Alec smiled； nodded； and disappeared again。
〃Follow the right hallway around the corner to the first set of elevators；〃
Gianna told us as Edward helped
me to my feet。 〃The lobby is two floors down； and exits to the street。
Goodbye； now；〃 she added
pleasantly。 I wondered if her petence would be enough to save her。
Alice shot her a dark look。
I was relieved there was another way out； I wasn't sure if I could handle
another tour through the
underground。
We left through a tastefully luxurious lobby。 I was the only one who glanced
back at the medieval castle
that housed the elaborate business facade I couldn't see the turret from here；
for which I was grateful。
The party was still in full swing in the streets。 The street lamps were just
ing on as we walked swiftly
through the narrow； cobbled lanes。 The sky was a dull； fading gray overhead；
but the buildings crowded
the streets so closely that it felt darker。
The party was darker； too。 Edward's long； trailing cloak did not stand out in
the way it might have on a
normal evening in Volterra。 There were others in black satin cloaks now； and
the plastic fangs I'd seen on
the child in the square today seemed to be very popular with the adult