The Twilight Saga Collection part 1(354)

I laughed.

“I don’t think that’s funny.”

“I’m only laughing because you’re close,” I told him. “But he’s going to be here Saturday, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Will he be feeding there in Forks, then?” Jacob asked cuttingly.

“No.” I didn’t let myself get irritated with him. I wasn’t that far from being as angry as he was. “He left early.”

“Oh. Well, hey, come over now, then,” he said with sudden enthusiasm. “It’s not that late. Or I’ll come up to Charlie’s.”

“I wish. I’m not at Charlie’s,” I said sourly. “I’m kind of being held prisoner.”

He was silent as that sunk in, and then he growled. “We’ll come and get you,” he promised in a flat voice, slipping automatically into a plural.

A chill slid down my spine, but I answered in a light and teasing voice. “Tempting. I have been tortured — Alice painted my toenails.”

“I’m serious.”

“Don’t be. They’re just trying to keep me safe.”

He growled again.

“I know it’s silly, but their hearts are in the right place.”

“Their hearts!” he scoffed.

“Sorry about Saturday,” I apologized. “I’ve got to hit the sack” — the couch, I corrected mentally — “but I’ll call you again soon.”

“Are you sure they’ll let you?” he asked in a scathing tone.

“Not completely.” I sighed. “’Night, Jake.”

“See you around.”

Alice was abruptly at my side, her hand held out for the phone, but I was already dialing. She saw the number.

“I don’t think he’ll have his phone on him,” she said.

“I’ll leave a message.”

The phone rang four times, followed by a beep. There was no greeting.

“You are in trouble,” I said slowly, emphasizing each word. “Enormous trouble. Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home.”

I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. “I’m done.”

She grinned. “This hostage stuff is fun.”

“I’m going to sleep now,” I announced, heading for the stairs. Alice tagged along.

“Alice,” I sighed. “I’m not going to sneak out. You would know if I was planning to, and you’d catch me if I tried.”

“I’m just going to show you where your things are,” she said innocently.

Edward’s room was at the farthest end of the third floor hallway, hard to mistake even when the huge house had been less familiar. But when I switched the light on, I paused in confusion. Had I picked the wrong door?

Alice giggled.

It was the same room, I realized quickly; the furniture had just been rearranged. The couch was pushed to the north wall and the stereo shoved up against the vast shelves of CDs — to make room for the colossal bed that now dominated the central space.

The southern wall of glass reflected the scene back like a mirror, making it look twice as bad.

It matched. The coverlet was a dull gold, just lighter than the walls; the frame was black, made of intricately patterned wrought iron. Sculpted metal roses wound in vines up the tall posts and formed a bowery lattice overhead. My pajamas were folded neatly on the foot of the bed, my bag of toiletries to one side.

“What the hell is all this?” I spluttered.

“You didn’t really think he would make you sleep on the couch, did you?”

I mumbled unintelligibly as I stalked forward to snatch my things off the bed.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Alice laughed. “See you in the morning.”

After my teeth were brushed and I was dressed, I grabbed a puffy feather pillow off the huge bed and dragged the gold cover to the couch. I knew I was being silly, but I didn’t care. Porsches as bribes and king-sized beds in houses where nobody slept — it was beyond irritating. I flipped off the lights and curled up on the sofa, wondering if I was too annoyed to sleep.

In the dark, the glass wall was no longer a black mirror, doubling the room. The light of the moon brightened the clouds outside the window. As my eyes adjusted, I could see the diffused glow highlighting the tops of the trees, and glinting off a small slice of the river. I watched the silver light, waiting for my eyes to get heavy.

There was a light knock on the door.

“What, Alice?” I hissed. I was on the defensive, imagining her amusement when she saw my makeshift bed.

“It’s me,” Rosalie said softly, opening the door enough that I could see the silver glow touch her perfect face. “Can I come in?”