"Get every piece," Edward said in a low aside to Seth.
Together, the vampire and the werewolf scoured the campsite, occasionally tossing small lumps of white stone into the blaze. Seth handled the pieces with his teeth. My brain wasn't working well enough for me to understand why he didn't change back to a form with hands.
Edward kept his eyes on his work.
And then they were done, and the raging fire was sending a pillar of choking purple toward the sky. The thick smoke curled up slowly, looking more solid than it should; it smelled like burning incense, and the scent was uncomfortable. It was heavy, too strong.
Seth made that snickering sound again, deep in his chest.
A smile flickered across Edward's tense face.
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.
Seth coughed a laugh.
Then Edward took a deep breath, and turned slowly to face me.
I did not understand his expression. His eyes were as wary as if I were another enemy-more than wary, they were afraid. Yet he'd shown no fear at all when he'd faced Victoria and Riley . . . My mind was stuck, stunned and useless as my body. I stared at him, bewildered.
"Bella, love," he said in his softest tone, walking toward me with exaggerated slowness, his hands held up, palms forward. Dazed as I was, it reminded me oddly of a suspect approaching a policeman, showing that he wasn't armed . . .
"Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don't hurt yourself."
I'd forgotten all about my crude weapon, though I realized now that I was grasping it so hard that my knuckle was screaming in protest. Was it rebroken? Carlisle would put me in a cast for sure this time.
Edward hesitated a few feet from me, his hands still in the air, his eyes still fearful.
It took me a few long seconds to remember how to move my fingers. Then the rock clattered to the ground, while my hand stayed frozen in the same position.
Edward relaxed slightly when my hands were empty, but came no closer.
"You don't have to be afraid, Bella," Edward murmured. "You're safe. I won't hurt you."
The mystifying promise only confused me further. I stared at him like an imbecile, trying to understand.
"It's going to be all right, Bella. I know you're frightened now, but it's over. No one is going to hurt you. I won't touch you. I won't hurt you," he said again.
My eyes blinked furiously, and I found my voice. "Why do you keep saying that?"
I took an unsteady step toward him, and he leaned away from my advance.
"What's wrong?" I whispered. "What do you mean?"
"Are you . . ." His golden eyes were suddenly as confused as I felt. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Afraid of you? Why?"
I staggered forward another step, and then tripped over something-my own feet probably. Edward caught me, and I buried my face in his chest and started to sob.
"Bella, Bella, I'm so sorry. It's over, it's over."
"I'm fine," I gasped. "I'm okay. I'm just. Freaking out. Give me. A minute."
His arms tightened around me. "I'm so sorry," he murmured again and again.
I clung to him until I could breathe, and then I was kissing him-his chest, his shoulder, his neck-every part of him that I could reach. Slowly, my brain started to work again.
"Are you okay?" I demanded between kisses. "Did she hurt you at all?"
"I am absolutely fine," he promised, burying his face in my hair.
"Seth?"
Edward chuckled. "More than fine. Very pleased with himself, in fact."
"The others? Alice, Esme? The wolves?"
"All fine. It's over there, too. It went just as smoothly as I promised. We got the worst of it here."
I let myself absorb that for a moment, let it sink in and settle in my head.
My family and my friends were safe. Victoria was never coming after me again. It was over.
We were all going to be fine.
But I couldn't completely take in the good news while I was still so confused.
"Tell me why," I insisted. "Why did you think I would be afraid of you?"
"I'm sorry," he said, apologizing yet again-for what? I had no idea. "So sorry. I didn't want you to see that. See me like that. I know I must have terrified you."
I had to think about that for another minute, about the hesitant way he'd approached me, his hands in the air. Like I was going to run if he moved too fast . . .
"Seriously?" I finally asked. "You . . . what? Thought you'd scared me off?" I snorted. Snorting was good; a voice couldn't tremble or break during a snort. It sounded impressively offhand.
He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head back to read my face.