“And if she were to decide that she wanted me?” Jacob challenged. “Okay, it’s a long shot, I’ll give you that.”
“I would let her go.”
“Just like that?”
“In the sense that I’d never show her how hard it was for me, yes. But I would keep watch. You see, Jacob, you might leave her someday. Like Sam and Emily, you wouldn’t have a choice. I would always be waiting in the wings, hoping for that to happen.”
Jacob snorted quietly. “Well, you’ve been much more honest than I had any right to expect . . . Edward. Thanks for letting me in your head.”
“As I said, I’m feeling oddly grateful for your presence in her life tonight. It was the least I could do. . . . You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.”
“Maybe . . . if you weren’t a disgusting vampire who was planning to suck out the life of the girl I love . . . well, no, not even then.”
Edward chuckled.
“Can I ask you something?” Edward said after a moment.
“Why would you have to ask?”
“I can only hear if you think of it. It’s just a story that Bella seemed reluctant to tell me about the other day. Something about a third wife . . . ?”
“What about it?”
Edward didn’t answer, listening to the story in Jacob’s head. I heard his low hiss in the darkness.
“What?” Jacob demanded again.
“Of course,” Edward seethed. “Of course! I rather wish your elders had kept that story to themselves, Jacob.”
“You don’t like the leeches being painted as the bad guys?” Jacob mocked. “You know, they are. Then and now.”
“I really couldn’t care less about that part. Can’t you guess which character Bella would identify with?”
It took Jacob a minute. “Oh. Ugh. The third wife. Okay, I see your point.”
“She wants to be there in the clearing. To do what little she can, as she puts it.” He sighed. “That was the secondary reason for my staying with her tomorrow. She’s quite inventive when she wants something.”
“You know, your military brother gave her the idea just as much as the story did.”
“Neither side meant any harm,” Edward whispered, peace-making now.
“And when does this little truce end?” Jacob asked. “First light? Or do we wait until after the fight?”
There was a pause as they both considered.
“First light,” they whispered together, and then laughed quietly.
“Sleep well, Jacob,” Edward murmured. “Enjoy the moment.”
It was quiet again, and the tent held still for a few minutes. The wind seemed to have decided that it wasn’t going to flatten us after all, and was giving up the fight.
Edward groaned softly. “I didn’t mean that quite so literally.”
“Sorry,” Jacob whispered. “You could leave, you know — give us a little privacy.”
“Would you like me to help you sleep, Jacob?” Edward offered.
“You could try,” Jacob said, unconcerned. “It would be interesting to see who walked away, wouldn’t it?”
“Don’t tempt me too far, wolf. My patience isn’t that perfect.”
Jacob whispered a laugh. “I’d rather not move just now, if you don’t mind.”
Edward started humming to himself, louder than usual — trying to drown out Jacob’s thoughts, I assumed. But it was my lullaby he hummed, and, despite my growing discomfort with this whispered dream, I sank deeper into unconsciousness . . . into other dreams that made better sense. . . .
23. MONSTER
WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING, IT WAS VERY bright — even inside the tent, the sunlight hurt my eyes. And I was sweating, as Jacob had predicted. Jacob was snoring lightly in my ear, his arms still wrapped around me.
I pulled my head away from his feverishly warm chest and felt the sting of the cold morning on my clammy cheek. Jacob sighed in his sleep; his arms tightened unconsciously.
I squirmed, unable to loosen his hold, struggling to lift my head enough to see. . . .
Edward met my gaze evenly. His expression was calm, but the pain in his eyes was unconcealed.
“Is it any warmer out there?” I whispered.
“Yes. I don’t think the space heater will be necessary today.”
I tried to get to the zipper, but I couldn’t free my arms. I strained, fighting against Jacob’s inert strength. Jacob muttered, still fast asleep, his arms constricting again.
“Some help?” I asked quietly.
Edward smiled. “Did you want me to take his arms all the way off?”