He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.

We did not hope for the same things, but we all hoped.

Next time you want to hit me hit me with a baseball bat or a crowbar!

i'm in love with you, Bella

But on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?

I shuddered at the image in my head, at the word feed. But Jasper wasn’t worried about frightening me, not overprotective like Edward always was.

I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.