he or she could trade immortality for mortality again. Any one of us would stand in fire for it. Burn for as
many days or centuries as were necessary.
Most of our kind prized immortality above anything else. There were even humans who craved this, who
searched in dark places for those who could give them the blackest of gifts...
Not us. Not my family. We would trade anything to be human. But none of us had ever been as
desperate for a way back as I was now.
I stared at the microscopic pits and flaws in the windshield, like there was some solution hidden in the
glass. The electricity had not faded, and I had to concentrate to keep my hands on the wheel.
My right hand began to sting without pain again, from when I'd touched her before.
"Bella, I think you should go inside now."
She obeyed at once, without comment, getting out of the car and shutting the door behind herself. Did
she feel the potential for disaster as clearly as I did?
Did it hurt her to leave, as it hurt me to let her go? The only solace was that I would see her soon.
Sooner than she would see me. I smiled at that, then rolled the window down and leaned across to
speak to her one more time-it was safer now, with the heat of her body outside the car.
She turned to see what I wanted, curious.
Still curious, though she'd asked me so many questions today. My own curiosity was entirely unsatisfied;
answering her questions today had only revealed my secrets-I'd gotten little from her but my own
conjectures. That wasn't fair.
"Oh, Bella?"
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow it's my turn."
Her forehead puckered. "Your turn to what?"
"Ask the questions." Tomorrow, when we were in a safer place, surrounded by witnesses, I would get
my own answers. I grinned at the thought, and then I turned away because she made no move to leave.
Even with her outside of the car, the echo of the electricity zinged in the air. I wanted to get out, too, to
walk her to her door as an excuse to stay beside her...
No more mistakes. I hit the gas, and then sighed as she disappeared behind me. It seemed like I was
always running toward Bella or running away from her, never staying in place. I would have to find some
way to hold my ground if we were ever going to have any peace.