Can't you just thank me and get over it?" "Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant. "You're not going to let it go, are you?" "No." "In that case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment." We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel. "Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly. He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable. "I don't know," he whispered.
Stephenie MeyerLife and love would go on. Even though it would happen without me, the idea brought me joy.
Stephenie MeyerYou know, Jacob, if it werenโt for the fact that weโre natural enemies and that youโre also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.
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