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snoring so loudly I could have ripped a chainsaw to life and it wouldn’t have wakened him。
I shook his shoulder vigorously。
“Dad！ Charlie！”
He grumbled； eyes still closed。
“I’m home now — you’re going to hurt your back sleeping like that。 C’mon； time to move。”
It took a few more shakes； and his eyes never did open all the way； but I managed to get himoff the
couch。 I helped him up to his bed； where he collapsed on top of the covers； fully dressed； and started snoring
again。
He wasn’t going to be looking for me anytime soon。
Edward waited in my room while I washed my face and changed into jeans and a flannel shirt。 He
watched me unhappily from the rocking chair as I hung the outfit Alice had given me in my closet。
“Come here；” I said； taking his hand and pulling him to my bed。
I pushed him down on the bed and then curled up against his chest。 Maybe he was right and I was tired
enough to sleep。 I wasn’t going to let him sneak off without me。
He tucked my quilt in around me； and then held me close。
“Please relax。”
“Sure。”
“This is going to work； Bella。 I can feel it。”
My teeth locked together。
He was still radiating relief。 Nobody but me cared if Jacob and his friends got hurt。 Not even Jacob and
his friends。 Especially not them。
He could tell I was about to lose it。 “Listen to me； Bella。 This is going to be easy。 The newborns will be
completely taken by surprise。 They’ll have no more idea that werewolves even exist than you did。 I’ve seen
how they act in a group； the way Jasper remembers。 I truly believe that the wolves’ hunting techniques will
work flawlessly against them。 And with them divided and confused； there won’t be enough for the rest of us to
do。 Someone may have to sit out；” he teased。
“Piece of cake；” I mumbled tonelessly against his chest。
“Shhh；” he stroked my cheek。 “You’ll see。 Don’t worry now。”
He started humming my lullaby； but； for once； it didn’t calm me。
People — well； vampires and werewolves really； but still — people I loved were going to get hurt。 Hurt
because of me。 Again。 I wished my bad luck would focus a little more carefully。 I felt likeyelling up at the
empty sky： It’s me you want — over here！ Just me！
I tried to think of a way that I could do exactly that — force my bad luck to focus on me。 It wouldn’t be
easy。 I would have to wait； bide my time。 。 。 。
I did not fall asleep。 The minutes passed quickly； to my surprise； and I was still alert and tense when
Edward pulled us both up into a sitting position。
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and sleep？”
I gave him a sour look。
He sighed； and scooped me up in his arms before he jumped from my window。
He raced through the black； quiet forest with me on his back； and even in his run I could feel the elation。
He ran the way he did when it was just us； just for enjoyment； just for the feel of the wind in his hair。 It was the
kind of thing that； during less anxious times； would have made me happy。
When we got to the big open field； his family was there； talking casually； relaxed。 Emmett’s booming laugh
echoed through the wide space now and then。 Edward set me down and we walked hand in hand toward
them。
It took me a minute； because it was so dark with the moon hidden behind the clouds； but I realized that
we were in the baseball clearing。 It was the same place where； more than a year ago； that first lighthearted
evening with the Cullens had been interrupted by James and his coven。 It felt strange to be here again — as if
this gathering wouldn’t be complete until James and Laurent and Victoria joined us。 But James and Laurent
were never coming back。 That pattern wouldn’t be repeated。 Maybe all the patterns were broken。
Yes； someone had broken out of their pattern。 Was it possible that the Volturi were the flexible ones in
this equation？
I doubted it。
Victoria had always seemed like a force of nature to me — like a hurricane moving toward the coast in a
straight line — unavoidable； implacable； but predictable。 Maybe it was wrong to limit her that way。 She had to
be capable of adaptation。
“You know what I think？” I asked Edward。
He laughed。 “No。”
I almost smiled。
“What do you think？”
“I think it’s all connected。 Not just the two； but all three。”
“You’ve lost me。”
“Three bad things have happened since you came back。” I ticked them off on my fingers。 “The newborns
in Seattle。 The stranger in my room。 And — first of all — Victoria came to look for me。”
His eyes narrowed as he thought about it。 “Why do you think so？”
“Because I agree with Jasper — the Volturi love their rules。 They would probably do a better job
anyway。” And I’d be dead if they wanted me dead； I added mentally。 “Remember when you were tracking
Victoria last year？”
“Yes。” He frowned。 “I wasn’t very good at it。”
“Alice said you were in Texas。 Did you follow her there？”
His eyebrows pulled together。 “Yes。 Hmm 。 。 。”
“See — she could have gotten the idea there。 But she doesn’t know what she’s doing； so the newborns
are all out of control。”
He started shaking his head。 “Only Aro knows exactly how Alice’s visions work。”
“Aro would know best； but wouldn’t Tanya and Irina and the rest of your friends in Denali know enough？
Laurent lived with them for so long。 And if he was still friendly enough with Victoria to be doing favors for her；
why wouldn’t he also tell her everything he knew？”
Edward frowned。 “It wasn’t Victoria in your room。”
“She can’t make new friends？ Think about it； Edward。 If it is Victoria doing this in Seattle； she’s made a
lot of new friends。 She’s created them。”
He considered it； his forehead creased in concentration。
“Hmm；” he finally said。 “It’s possible。 I still think the Volturi are most likely 。 。 。 But your theory — there’s
something there。 Victoria’s personality。 Your theory suits her personality perfectly。 She’s shown a remarkable
gift for self…preservation from the start — maybe it’s a talent of hers。 In any case； this plot would put her in no
danger at all from us； if she sits safely behind and lets the newborns wreak their havoc here。 And maybe little
danger from the Volturi； either。 Perhaps she’s counting on us to win； in the end； though certainly not without
heavy casualties of our own。 But no survivors from her little army to bear witness against her。 In fact；” he
continued； thinking it through； “if there were survivors； I’d bet she’d be planning to destroy them herself。 。 。 。
Hmm。 Still； she’d have to have at least one friend who was a bit more mature。 No fresh…made newborn left
your father alive。 。 。 。”
He frowned into space for a long moment； and then suddenly smiled at me； coming back from his reverie。
“Definitely possible。 Regardless； we’ve got to be prepared for anything until we know for sure。 You’re very
perceptive today；” he added。 “It’s impressive。”