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when I was the one who'd put her in danger.
I couldn't win alone, though, not against the three of them, and I wondered who my allies would be.
Carlisle, certainly. He would not fight anyone, but he would be wholly against Rose's and Jasper's
designs. That might be all I needed. I would see...
Esme, doubtful. She would not side against me either, and she would hate to disagree with Carlisle, but
she would be for any plan that kept her family intact. Her first priority would not be rightness, but me. If
Carlisle was the soul of our family, then Esme was the heart. He gave us a leader who deserved
following; she made that following into an act of love. We all loved each other-even under the fury I felt
toward Jasper and Rose right now, even planning to fight them to save the girl, I knew that I loved them.
Alice...I had no idea. It would probably depend on what she saw coming. She would side with the
winner, I imagined.
So, I would have to do this without help. I wasn't a match for them alone, but I wasn't going to let the
girl be hurt because of me. That might mean evasive action...
My rage dulled a bit with the sudden, black humor. I could imagine how the girl would react to my
kidnapping her. Of course, I rarely guessed her reactions right-but what other reaction could she have
besides terror?
I wasn't sure how to manage that, though-kidnapping her. I wouldn't be able to stand being close to her
for very long. Perhaps I would just deliver her back to her mother. Even that much would be fraught
with danger. For her. And also for me, I realized suddenly. If I were to kill her by accident... I wasn't
certain exactly how much pain that would cause me, but I knew it would be multifaceted and intense.
The time passed quickly while I mulled over all the complications ahead of me: the argument waiting for
me at home, the conflict with my family, the lengths I might be forced to go to afterward...
Well, I couldn't complain that life outside this school was monotonous any more. The girl had changed
that much.
Emmett and I walked silently to the car when the bell rang. He was worrying about me, and worrying
about Rosalie. He knew whose side he would have to choose in a quarrel, and it bothered him.
The others were waiting for us in the car, also silent. We were a very quiet group. Only I could hear the
shouting.
Idiot! Lunatic! Moron! Jackass! Selfish, irresponsible fool! Rosalie kept up a constant stream of insults at
the top of her mental lungs. It made it hard to hear the others, but I ignored her as best I could.
Emmett was right about Jasper. He was sure of his course.
Alice was troubled, worrying about Jasper, flipping through images of the future. No matter which
direction Jasper came at the girl, Alice always saw me there, blocking him. Interesting...neither Rosalie
nor Emmett was with him in these visions. So Jasper planned to work alone. That would even things up.
Jasper was the best, certainly the most experienced fighter among us. My one advantage lay in that I
could hear his moves before he made them.
I had never fought more than playfully with Emmett or Jasper -just horsing around. I felt sick at the
thought of really trying to hurt Jasper...
No, not that. Just to block him. That was all.
I concentrated on Alice, memorizing Jasper's different avenues of attack. As I did that, her visions
shifted, moving further and further away from the Swan's house. I was cutting him off earlier...
Stop that, Edward! It can't happen this way. I won't let it.
I didn't answer her, I just kept watching.
She began searching farther ahead, into the misty, unsure realm of distant possibilities. Everything was
shadowy and vague.
The entire way home, the charged silence did not lift. I parked in the big garage off the house; Carlisle's
Mercedes was there, next to Emmett's big jeep, Rose's M3 and my Vanquish. I was glad Carlisle was
already home-this silence would end explosively, and I wanted him there when that happened.
We went straight to the dining room.
The room was, of course, never used for its intended purpose. But it was furnished with a long oval#p#分页标题#e#
mahogany table surrounded by chairs-we were scrupulous about having all the correct props in place.
Carlisle liked to use it as a conference room.
In a group with such strong and disparate personalities, sometimes it was necessary to discuss things in
a calm, seated manner.
I had a feeling that the setting was not going to help much today.
Carlisle sat in his usual seat at the eastern head of the room. Esme was beside him-they held hands on
top of the table.
Esme's eyes were on me, their golden depths full of concern.
Stay. It was her only thought.
I wished I could smile at the woman who was truly a mother to me, but I had no reassurances for her
now.
I sat on Carlisle's other side. Esme reached around him to put her free hand on my shoulder. She had no
idea of what was about to start; she was just worrying about me.