There was no way Jacob would voluntarily miss an afternoon with Renesmee sans bloodsuckers. -Bella Cullen

Momma, you're special," Renesmee told me without any surprise, like she was commenting on the color of my clothes.

He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed.

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

But if you ever bring her back damaged again - and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head - if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?