She stared at his face, reading it carefully. Then she nodded and drooped toward the couch. Rosalie helped lower her back onto the cushions. Bella stared at me, trying to hold my eyes.
"Behave," she insisted. "And then come back."
I didn"t answer. I wasn"t making any promises today. I looked away and then followed Edward out the front door.
A random, disjointed voice in my head noted that separating him from the coven hadn"t been so difficult, had it?
He kept walking, never checking to see if I was about to spring at his unprotected back.
I supposed he didn"t need to check. He would know when I decided to attack. Which meant I"d have to make that decision very quickly.
"I"m not ready for you to kill me yet, Jacob Black," he whispered as he paced quickly away from the house. "You"ll have to have a little patience."Like I cared about his schedule. I growled under my breath. "Patience isn"t my specialty."
He kept walking, maybe a couple hundred yards down the drive away from the house, with me right on his heels. I was all hot, my fingers trembling. On the edge, ready and waiting.
He stopped without warning and pivoted to face me. His expression froze me again.
For a second I was just a kid-a kid who had lived all of his life in the same tiny town.
Just a child. Because I knew I would have to live a lot more, suffer a lot more, to ever understand the searing agony in Edward"s eyes.
He raised a hand as if to wipe sweat from his forehead, but his fingers sc.r.a.ped against his face like they were going to rip his granite skin right off. His black eyes burned in their sockets, out of focus, or seeing things that weren"t there. His mouth opened like he was going to scream, but nothing came out.
This was the face a man would have if he were burning at the stake.
For a moment I couldn"t speak. It was too real, this face-I"d seen a shadow of it in the house, seen it in her eyes and his, but this made it final. The last nail in her coffin.
"It"s killing her, right? She"s dying." And I knew when I said it that my face was a watered-down echo of his. Weaker, different, because I was still in shock. I hadn"t wrapped my head around it yet-it was happening too fast. He"d had time to get to this point. 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.
"My fault," Edward whispered, and his knees gave out. He crumpled in front of me, vulnerable, the easiest target you could imagine.
But I felt cold as snow-there was no fire in me.
"Yes," he groaned into the dirt, like he was confessing to the ground. "Yes, it"s killing her."
His broken helplessness irritated me. I wanted a fight, not an execution. Where was his smug superiority now?
"So why hasn"t Carlisle done anything?" I growled. "He"s a doctor, right? Get it out of her."
He looked up then and answered me in a tired voice. Like he was explaining this to a kindergartener for the tenth time. "She won"t let us."
It took a minute for the words to sink in. Jeez, she was running true to form. Of course, die for the monster sp.a.w.n. It was so Bella."You know her well," he whispered. "How quickly you see.... I didn"t see. Not in time.
She wouldn"t talk to me on the way home, not really. I thought she was frightened-that would be natural. I thought she was angry with me for putting her through this, for endangering her life. Again. I never imagined what she was really thinking, what she was resolving. Not until my family met us at the airport and she ran right into Rosalie"s arms. Rosalie"s! And then I heard what Rosalie was thinking. I didn"t understand until I heard that. Yet you understand after one second..." He half-sighed, half-groaned.
"Just back up a second. She won"t let you." The sarcasm was acid on my tongue. "Did you ever notice that she"s exactly as strong as a normal hundred-and-ten-pound human girl? How stupid are you vamps? Hold her down and knock her out with drugs."
"I wanted to," he whispered. "Carlisle would have..."
What, too n.o.ble were they?
"No. Not n.o.ble. Her bodyguard complicated things."
Oh. His story hadn"t made much sense before, but it fit together now. So that"s what Blondie was up to. What was in it for her, though? Did the beauty queen want Bella to die so bad?
"Maybe," he said. "Rosalie doesn"t look at it quite that way."
"So take the blonde out first. Your kind can be put back together, right? Turn her into a jigsaw and take care of Bella."
"Emmett and Esme are backing her up. Emmett would never let us... and Carlisle won"t help me with Esme against it..." He trailed off, his voice disappearing.
"You should have left Bella with me."
"Yes."
It was a bit late for that, though. Maybe he should have thought about all this before he knocked her up with the life-sucking monster.
He stared up at me from inside his own personal h.e.l.l, and I could see that he agreed with me.
"We didn"t know," he said, the words as quiet as a breath. "I never dreamed. There"s never been anything like Bella and I before. How could we know that a human was able conceive a child with one of us-"
"When the human should get ripped to shreds in the process?"
"Yes," he agreed in a tense whisper. "They"re out there, the s.a.d.i.s.tic ones, the incubus, the succubus. They exist. But the seduction is merely a prelude to the feast. No one survives." He shook his head like the idea revolted him. Like he was any different."I didn"t realize they had a special name for what you are," I spit.
He stared up at me with a face that looked a thousand years old.
"Even you, Jacob Black, cannot hate me as much as I hate myself."
Wrong, I thought, too enraged to speak.
"Killing me now doesn"t save her," he said quietly.
"So what does?"
"Jacob, you have to do something for me."
"The h.e.l.l I do, parasite!"
He kept staring at me with those half-tired, half-crazy eyes. "For her?"
I clenched my teeth together hard. "I did everything I could to keep her away from you.
Every single thing. It"s too late."
"You know her, Jacob. You connect to her on a level that I don"t even understand. You are part of her, and she is part of you. She won"t listen to me, because she thinks I"m underestimating her. She thinks she"s strong enough for this..." He choked and then swallowed. "She might listen to you."
"Why would she?"
He lurched to his feet, his eyes burning brighter than before, wilder. I wondered if he was really going crazy. Could vampires lose their minds?
"Maybe," he answered my thought. "I don"t know. It feels like it." He shook his head. "I have to try to hide this in front of her, because stress makes her more ill. She can"t keep anything down as it is. I have to be composed; I can"t make it harder. But that doesn"t matter now. She has to listen to you!"
"I can"t tell her anything you haven"t. What do you want me to do? Tell her she"s stupid? She probably already knows that. Tell her she"s going to die? I bet she knows that, too."
"You can offer her what she wants."
He wasn"t making any sense. Part of the crazy?
"I don"t care about anything but keeping her alive," he said, suddenly focused now. "If it"s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants." He paused for one beat. "She can have puppies, if that"s what it takes." He met my stare for a moment and his face was frenzied under the thin layer of control.
My hard scowl crumbled as I processed his words, and I felt my mouth pop open in shock.
"But not this way!" he hissed before I could recover. "Not this thing that"s sucking the life from her while I stand there helpless! Watching her sicken and waste away. Seeing it hurting her." He sucked in a fast breath like someone had punched him in the gut.
"You have to make her see reason, Jacob. She won"t listen to me anymore. Rosalie"s always there, feeding her insanity-encouraging her. Protecting her. No, protecting it.
Bella"s life means nothing to her."
The noise coming from my throat sounded like I was choking.
What was he saying? That Bella should, what? Have a baby? With me? What? How?
Was he giving her up? Or did he think she wouldn"t mind being shared?
"Whichever. Whatever keeps her alive."
"That"s the craziest thing you"ve said yet," I mumbled.
"She loves you."
"Not enough."
"She"s ready to die to have a child. Maybe she"d accept something less extreme."
"Don"t you know her at all?"
"I know, I know. It"s going to take a lot of convincing. That"s why I need you. You know how she thinks. Make her see sense."
I couldn"t think about what he was suggesting. It was too much. Impossible. Wrong.
Sick. Borrowing Bella for the weekends and then returning her Monday morning like a rental movie? So messed up.
So tempting.
I didn"t want to consider, didn"t want to imagine, but the images came anyway. I"d fantasized about Bella that way too many times, back when there was still a possibility of us, and then long after it was clear that the fantasies would only leave festering sores because there was no possibility, none at all. I hadn"t been able to help myself then. I couldn"t stop myself now. Bella in my arms, Bella sighing my name...
Worse still, this new image I"d never had before, one that by all rights shouldn"t have existed for me. Not yet. An image I knew I wouldn"t"ve suffered over for years if he hadn"t shoved it in my head now. But it stuck there, winding threads through my brain like a weed-poisonous and unkillable. Bella, healthy and glowing, so different than now, but something the same: her body, not distorted, changed in a more natural way.
Round with my child.I tried to escape the venomous weed in my mind. "Make Bella see sense? What universe do you live in?"
"At least try."
I shook my head fast. He waited, ignoring the negative answer because he could hear the conflict in my thoughts.
"Where is this psycho c.r.a.p coming from? Are you making this up as you go?"
"I"ve been thinking of nothing but ways to save her since I realized what she was planning to do. What she would die to do. But I didn"t know how to contact you. I knew you wouldn"t listen if I called. I would have come to find you soon, if you hadn"t come today. But it"s hard to leave her, even for a few minutes. Her condition... it changes so fast. The thing is... growing. Swiftly. I can"t be away from her now."
"What is it?"
"None of us have any idea. But it is stronger than she is. Already."
I could suddenly see it then-see the swelling monster in my head, breaking her from the inside out.
"Help me stop it," he whispered. "Help me stop this from happening."
"How? By offering my stud services?" He didn"t even flinch when I said that, but I did.
"You"re really sick. She"ll never listen to this."
"Try. There"s nothing to lose now. How will it hurt?"
It would hurt me. Hadn"t I taken enough rejection from Bella without this?
"A little pain to save her? Is it such a high cost?"
"But it won"t work."
"Maybe not. Maybe it will confuse her, though. Maybe she"ll falter in her resolve. One moment of doubt is all I need."
"And then you pull the rug out from under the offer? "Just kidding, Bella"?"
"If she wants a child, that"s what she gets. I won"t rescind."
I couldn"t believe I was even thinking about this. Bella would punch me-not that I cared about that, but it would probably break her hand again. I shouldn"t let him talk to me, mess with my head. I should just kill him now.
"Not now," he whispered. "Not yet. Right or wrong, it would destroy her, and you know it. No need to be hasty. If she won"t listen to you, you"ll get your chance. The moment Bella"s heart stops beating, I will be begging for you to kill me.""You won"t have to beg long."
The hint of a worn smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I"m very much counting on that."
"Then we have a deal."
He nodded and held out his cold stone hand.
Swallowing my disgust, I reached out to take his hand. My fingers closed around the rock, and I shook it once.