“Yes?” he asked, waiting for my question.
I asked a different one. Almost—but not quite—as hard.
“But what about when I get so old that people think I’m your mother? Your grandmother?” My voice was pale with revulsion—I could see Gran’s face again in the dream mirror.
His whole face was soft now. He brushed the tears from my cheek with his lips. “That doesn’t mean anything to me,” he breathed against my skin. “You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course . . .” He hesitated, flinching slightly. you outgrew me—if you wanted something more—I would understand that, Bella. I promise I wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted to leave me.”
His eyes were liquid onyx and utterly sincere. He spoke as if he’d put endless amounts of thought into this asinine plan.
“You do realize that I’ll die eventually, right?” I demanded.
He’d thought about this part, too. “I’ll follow after as soon as I can.”
“That is seriously . . .” I looked for the right word. “Sick.”
“Bella, it’s the only right way left—”
“Let’s just back up for a minute,” I said; feeling angry made it so much easier to be clear, decisive. “You do remember the Volturi, right? I can’t stay human forever. They’ll kill me. Even if they don’t think of me till I’m thirty”—I hissed the word—“do you really think they’ll forget?”
“No,” he answered slowly, shaking his head. “They won’t forget. But . . .”
“But?”
He grinned while I stared at him warily. Maybe I wasn’t the only crazy one.
“I have a few plans.”
“And these plans,” I said, my voice getting more acidic with each word. “These plans all center around me staying human.”
My attitude hardened his expression. “Naturally.” His tone was brusque, his divine face arrogant.
We glowered at each other for a long minute.
Then I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, I pushed his arms away so that I could sit up.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, and it made my heart flutter to see that this idea hurt him, though he tried not to show it.
“No,” I told him. “I’m leaving.”
He watched me suspiciously as I climbed out of the bed and fumbled around in the dark room, looking for my shoes.
“May I ask where you are going?” he asked.
“I’m going to your house,” I told him, still feeling around blindly.
He got up and came to my side. “Here are your shoes. How did you plan to get there?”
“My truck.”
“That will probably wake Charlie,” he offered as a deterrent.
I sighed. “I know. But honestly, I’ll be grounded for weeks as it is. How much more trouble can I really get in?”
“None. He’ll blame me, not you.”
“If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.”
“Stay here,” he suggested, but his expression wasn’t hopeful.
“No dice. But you go ahead and make yourself at home,” I encouraged, surprised at how natural my teasing sounded, and headed for the door.
He was there before me, blocking my way.
I frowned, and turned for the window. It wasn’t really that far to the ground, and it was mostly grass beneath....
“Okay,” he sighed. “I’ll give you a ride.”
I shrugged. “Either way. But you probably should be there, too.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re extraordinarily opinionated, and I’m sure you’ll want a chance to air your views.”
“My views on which subject?” He asked through his teeth.
“This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re not the center of the universe, you know.” My own personal universe was, of course, a different story. “If you’re going to bring the Volturi down on us over something as stupid as leaving me human, then your family ought to have a say.”
“A say in what?” he asked, each word distinct.
“My mortality. I’m putting it to a vote.”
24. VOTE
HE WAS NOT PLEASED, THAT MUCH WAS EASY TO READ IN his face. But, without further argument, he took me in his arms and sprang lithely from my window, landing without the slightest jolt, like a cat. It was a little bit farther down than I’d imagined.
“All right then,” he said, his voice seething with disapproval. “Up you go.”
He helped me onto his back, and took off running. Even after all this time, it felt routine. Easy. Evidently this was something you never forgot, like riding a bicycle.