He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.

The only reason I left was to protect you.

Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.

You’re not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you’re scared silly, and I’m guessing it’s because you’re afraid of me.