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"That is& out of the question," I managed to choke out. Insanity. Even if he had Emmett or Jasper help
him. Even if he had Emmettand Jasper help. It was worse than my other imaginings: Jacob Black
standing across a small space fromVictoria 's vicious and feline figure. I couldn't bear to picture Edward
there, even though he was so much more durable than my half-human best friend.
"It's too late for her. I might have let the other time slide, but not now, not after "
I interrupted him again, trying to sound calm. "Didn't you just promise that you weren't going to leave?" I
asked, fighting the words as I said them, nor letting them plant themselves in my heart. "That isn't exactly
compatible with an extended tracking expedition, is it?"
He frowned. A snarl began to build low in his chest. "I will keep my promise, Bella. ButVictoria " the
snarl became more pronounced "is going to die. Soon."
"Let's not be hasty," I said, trying to hide my panic. "Maybe she's not coming back. Jake's pack
probably scared her off. There's really no reason to go looking for her. Besides, I've got bigger problems
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thanVictoria ."
Edward's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. "It's true. The werewolves are a problem."
I snorted. "I wasn't talking aboutJacob . My problems are a lot worse that a handful of adolescent
wolves getting themselves into trouble."
Edward looked as if he were about to say something, and then thought better of it. His teeth clicked
together, and he spoke through them. "Really?" he asked. "Then what would be your greatest problem?
That would makeVictoria 's returning for you seem like such an inconsequential matter in comparison?"
"How about the second greatest?" I hedged.
"All right," he agreed, suspicious.
I paused. I wasn't sure I could say the name. "There are others who are coming to look for me," I
reminded him in a subdued whisper.
He sighed, but the reaction was not as strong as I would have imagined after his response toVictoria .
"The Volturi are only thesecond greatest?"
"You don't seem that upset about it," I noted.
"Well, we have plenty of time to think it through. Time means something very different to them than it
does to you, or even me. They count years the way you count days. I wouldn't be surprised if you were
thirty before you crossed their minds again," he added lightly.
Horror washed through me.
Thirty.
So his promises meant nothing, in the end. If I were going to turn thirty someday, then he couldn't be
planning on staying long. The harsh pain of this knowledge made me realize that I'd already begun to
hope, without giving myself permission to do 5.0.
"You don't have to be afraid," he said, anxious as he watched the tears dew up again on the rims of my
eyes. "I won't let them hurt you."
"While you're here." Not that I cared what happened to me when he left.
He took my face between his two stone hands, holding it tightly while his midnight eyes glared into mine
with the gravitational force of a black hole. "I will never leave you again."
"But you saidthirty ," I whispered. The tears leaked over the edge. "What? You're going to stay, but let
me get all old anyway? Right."
His eyes softened, while his mouth went hard. "That's exactly what I'm going to do. What choice have I?
I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul."
"Is this really& " I tried to keep my voice even, but this question was too hard. I remembered his face
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when Aro had almost begged him to consider making me immortal. The sick look there. Was this fixation
with keeping me human really about my soul, or was it because he wasn't sure that he wanted me around
that long?
"Yes?" he asked, waiting for my question.
I asked a different one. Almost but not quite as hard.
"But what about when I get so old that people think I'm your mother? Yourgrandmother ?" My voice
was pale with revulsion I could see Gran's face again in the dream mirror.
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