thoughts were still confused. There were names I didn’t know, people he would consult with tonight. Even as he continued to panic, he knew what the other elders would say. Seeing a vampire face-to-face had unsettled him, but it changed nothing.
As they drove past the point where I could hear them, I felt fairly sure that there was no new danger. Billy would follow the rules. What choice did he have? If we broke the treaty, there was nothing the old men could actually do about it. They’d lost their teeth. If they broke the treaty… well, we were even stronger than before. Seven instead of five. Surely that would make them careful.
Though Carlisle would never allow us to enforce the treaty that way. Instead of heading directly back to Bella’s house, I decided to make a detour to the hospital. My father had a late shift tonight.
I could hear his thoughts in the emergency ward. He was examining a delivery truck driver from Olympia with a deep puncture wound in his hand. I walked into the lobby, recognizing Jenny Austin at the desk. She was preoccupied with a call from her teenage daughter and barely acknowledged my wave as I passed her.
I didn’t want to interrupt, so I just walked past the curtain Carlisle was hidden behind and then continued on to his office. He would recognize the sound of my footsteps—unaccompanied by a heartbeat—and then my scent. He would know I wanted to see him, and that it wasn’t an emergency.
He joined me in his office only moments later.
“Edward? Is everything all right?”
“Yes. I just wanted you to know right away—Billy Black saw me at Bella’s house tonight. He said nothing to Charlie, but…”
“Hmm,” Carlisle said. We’ve been here so long, it would be unfortunate if tensions arose again.
“It’s probably nothing. He just wasn’t prepared to be two yards away from a cold one. The others will talk him down. After all, what can they do about it?”
Carlisle frowned. You shouldn’t think of it that way. “Though they’ve lost their protectors, they are in no danger from us.”
“No. Of course not.”
He shook his head slowly, puzzling about the best course of action. There didn’t seem to be one, other than ignoring this unlucky encounter. I’d already come to the same conclusion.
“Will you… be coming home soon?” Carlisle asked suddenly.
I felt ashamed as soon as he voiced his question. “Is Esme very upset with me?”
“Not upset with you… about you, yes.” She worries. She misses you.
I sighed and nodded. Bella would be safe enough inside her house for a few hours. Probably. “I’ll go home now.”
“Thank you, Son.”
I spent the evening with my mother, letting her fuss over me a bit. She made me change into dry clothes—more to protect the floors she’d spent so much time finishing than anything else. The others had cleared out, and I saw that this was her request; Carlisle had called ahead. I appreciated the quiet. We sat at the piano together and I played as we talked.
“How are you, Edward?” was her first question. It wasn’t a casual query. She was anxious about my answer.
“I’m… not entirely sure,” I told her honestly. “It’s up and down.”
She listened to the notes for a moment, occasionally touching a key that would harmonize with the tune.
She causes you pain.
I shook my head. “I cause my own pain. It’s not her fault.”
It’s not your fault, either.
“I am what I am.”
And that’s not your fault.
I smiled humorlessly. “You blame Carlisle?”
No. Do you?
“No.”
Then why blame yourself?
I didn’t have a ready answer. Truly, I did not resent Carlisle for what he had done, and yet… didn’t someone have to be to blame? Wasn’t that person me?
I hate to see you suffer.
“It’s not all suffering.” Not yet.
This girl… she makes you happy?
I sighed. “Yes… when I’m not getting in my own way. She does indeed.”
“Then that’s all right.” She seemed relieved.
My mouth twisted. “Is it?”
She was silent, her thoughts analyzing my answers, picturing Alice’s face, thinking of her visions. She was aware of the wager and also that I knew about it. She was upset with Jasper and Rose.
What will it mean for him, if she dies?
I cringed, yanking my fingers off the keys.
“I’m sorry,” she said swiftly. “I didn’t mean to—”
I shook my head, and she fell silent. I stared at my hands, cold and sharp-angled, inhuman.
“I don’t know how…,” I whispered. “How I move past that. I can’t see anything… nothing past that.”
She put her arms around my