The Twilight Saga Collection part 1(256)

“But just because I’m not looking, doesn’t mean I don’t see,” she went on. “I wasn’t keeping tabs on you, I swear, Bella. It’s just that I’m already attuned to you...when I saw you jumping, I didn’t think, I just got on a plane. I knew I would be too late, but I couldn’t do nothing. And then I get here, thinking maybe I could help Charlie somehow, and you drive up.” She shook her head, this time in confusion. Her voice was strained. “I saw you go into the water and I waited and waited for you to come up, but you didn’t. What happened? And how could you do that to Charlie? Did you stop to think what this would do to him? And my brother? Do you have any idea what Edward—”

I cut her off then, as soon as she said his name. I’d let her go on, even after I realized the misunderstanding she was under, just to hear the perfect bell tone of her voice. But it was time to interrupt.

“Alice, I wasn’t committing suicide.”

She eyed me dubiously. “Are you saying you didn’t jump off a cliff?”

“No, but...” I grimaced. “It was for recreational purposes only.”

Her expression hardened.

“I’d seen some of Jacob’s friends cliff diving,” I insisted. “It looked like...fun, and I was bored....”

She waited.

“I didn’t think about how the storm would affect the currents. Actually, I didn’t think about the water much at all.”

Alice didn’t buy it. I could see that she still thought I had been trying to kill myself. I decided to redirect. “So if you saw me go in, why didn’t you see Jacob?”

She cocked her head to the side, distracted.

I continued. “It’s true that I probably would have drowned if Jacob hadn’t jumped in after me. Well, okay, there’s no probably about it. But he did, and he pulled me out, and I guess he towed me back to shore, though I was kind of out for that part. It couldn’t have been more than a minute that I was under before he grabbed me. How come you didn’t see that?”

She frowned in perplexity. “Someone pulled you out?”

“Yes. Jacob saved me.”

I watched curiously as an enigmatic range of emotions flitted across her face. Something was bothering her—her imperfect vision? But I wasn’t sure. Then she deliberately leaned in and sniffed my shoulder.

I froze.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered, sniffing at me some more.

“What are you doing?”

She ignored my question. “Who was with you out there just now? It sounded like you were arguing.”

“Jacob Black. He’s...sort of my best friend, I guess. At least, he was . . .” I thought of Jacob’s angry, betrayed face, and wondered what he was to me now.

Alice nodded, seeming preoccupied.

“What?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not sure what it means.”

“Well, I’m not dead, at least.”

She rolled her eyes. “He was a fool to think you could survive alone. I’ve never seen anyone so prone to life-threatening idiocy.”

“I survived,” I pointed out.

She was thinking of something else. “So, if the currents were too much for you, how did this Jacob manage?”

“Jacob is...strong.”

She heard the reluctance in my voice, and her eyebrows rose.

I gnawed on my lip for a second. Was this a secret, or not? And if it was, then who was my greatest allegiance to? Jacob, or Alice?

It was too hard to keep secrets, I decided. Jacob knew everything, why not Alice, too?

“See, well, he’s...sort of a werewolf,” I admitted in a rush. “The Quileutes turn into wolves when there are vampires around. They know Carlisle from a long time ago. Were you with Carlisle back then?”

Alice gawked at me for a moment, and then recovered herself, blinking rapidly. “Well, I guess that explains the smell,” she muttered. “But does it explain what I didn’t see?” She frowned, her porcelain forehead creasing.

“The smell?” I repeated.

“You smell awful,” she said absently, still frowning. “A werewolf? Are you sure about that?”

“Very sure,” I promised, wincing as I remembered Paul and Jacob fighting in the road. “I guess you weren’t with Carlisle the last time there were werewolves here in Forks?”

“No. I hadn’t found him yet.” Alice was still lost in thought. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she turned to stare at me with a shocked expression. “Your best friend is a werewolf?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Not long,” I said, my voice sounding defensive. “He’s only been a werewolf for just a few weeks.”