Dream happy dreams。 You are the only one who has ever touched my heart。 It will always be yours。 Sleep；
my only love。”
He started to hum my lullaby； and I knew it was only a matter of time till I succumbed； so I closed my
eyes and snuggled closer into his chest。
9。 TARGET
ALICE DROPPED ME OFF IN THE MORNING； IN KEEPING with the slumber party charade。 It wouldn’t be long
until Edward showed up； officially returning from his “hiking” trip。 All of the pretenses were starting to wear on
me。 I wouldn’t miss this part of being human。
Charlie peeked through the front window when he heard me slam the car door。 He waved to Alice； and
then went to get the door for me。
“Did you have fun？” Charlie asked。
“Sure； it was great。 Very 。 。 。 girlie。”
I carried my stuff in； dumped it all at the foot of the stairs； and wandered into the kitchen to look for a
snack。
“You’ve got a message；” Charlie called after me。
On the kitchen counter； the phone message pad was propped up conspicuously against a saucepan。
Jacob called； Charlie had written。
He said he didn’t mean it； and that he’s sorry。 He wants you to call him。 Be nice and give him a
break。 He sounded upset。
I grimaced。 Charlie didn’t usually editorialize on my messages。
Jacob could just go ahead and be upset。 I didn’t want to talk to him。 Last I’d heard； they weren’t big on
allowing phone calls from the other side。 If Jacob preferred me dead； then maybe he should get used to the
silence。
My appetite evaporated。 I turned an about face and went to put my things away。
“Aren’t you going to call Jacob？” Charlie asked。 He was leaning around the living room wall； watching me
pick up。
“No。”
I started up the stairs。
“That’s not very attractive behavior； Bella；” he said。 “Forgiveness is divine。”
“Mind your own business；” I muttered under my breath； much too low for him to hear。
I knew the laundry was building up； so after I put my toothpaste away and threw my dirty clothes in the
hamper； I went to strip Charlie’s bed。 I left his sheets in a pile at the top of the stairs and went to get mine。
I paused beside the bed； cocking my head to the side。
Where was my pillow？ I turned in a circle； scanning the room。 No pillow。 I noticed that my room looked
oddly tidy。 Hadn’t my gray sweatshirt been draped over the low bedpost on the footboard？ And I would
swear there had been a pair of dirty socks behind the rocking chair； along with the red blouse I’d tried on two
mornings ago； but decided was too dressy for school； hanging over the arm。 。 。 。 I spun around again。 My
hamper wasn’t empty； but it wasn’t overflowing； the way I thought it had been。
Was Charlie doing laundry？ That was out of character。
“Dad； did you start the wash？” I shouted out my door。
“Um； no；” he shouted back； sounding guilty。 “Did you want me to？”
“No； I got it。 Were you looking for something in my room？”
“No。 Why？”
“I can’t find 。 。 。 a shirt。 。 。 。”
“I haven’t been in there。”
And then I remembered that Alice had been here to get my pajamas。 I hadn’t noticed that she’d borrowed
my pillow； too — probably since I’d avoided the bed。 It looked like she had cleaned while she was passing
through。 I blushed for my slovenly ways。
But that red shirt really wasn’t dirty； so I went to save it from the hamper。
I expected to find it near the top； but it wasn’t there。 I dug through the whole pile and still couldn’t find it。 I
knew I was probably getting paranoid； but it seemed like something else was missing； or maybe more than one
something。 I didn’t even have half a load here。
I ripped my sheets off and headed for the laundry closet； grabbing Charlie’s on the way。 The washing
machine was empty。 I checked the dryer； too； half…expecting to find a washed load waiting for me； courtesy of
Alice。 Nothing。 I frowned； mystified。
“Did you find what you were looking for？” Charlie yelled。
“Not yet。”
I went back upstairs to search under my bed。 Nothing but dust bunnies。 I started to dig through my
dresser。 Maybe I’d put the red shirt away and forgotten。
I gave up when the doorbell rang。 That would be Edward。
“Door；” Charlie informed me from the couch as I skipped past him。
“Don’t strain yourself； Dad。”
I pulled the door open with a big smile on my face。
Edward’s golden eyes were wide； his nostrils flared； his lips pulled back over his teeth。
“Edward？” My voice was sharp with shock as I read his expression。 “What —？”
He put his finger to my lips。 “Give me two seconds；” he whispered。 “Don’t move。”
I stood frozen on the doorstep and he 。 。 。 disappeared。 He moved so quickly that Charlie wouldn’t even
have seen him pass。
Before I could compose myself enough to count to two； he was back。 He put his arm around my waist
and pulled me swiftly toward the kitchen。 His eyes darted around the room； and he held me against his body
as if he were shielding me from something。 I threw a glance toward Charlie on the couch； but he was
studiously ignoring us。
“Someone’s been here；” he murmured in my ear after he pulled me to the back of the kitchen。 His voice
was strained； it was difficult to hear him over the thumping of the washing machine。
“I swear that no werewolves —” I started to say。
“Not one of them；” he interrupted me quickly； shaking his head。 “One of us。”
His tone made it clear that he didn’t mean a member of his family。
I felt the blood empty from my face。
“Victoria？” I choked。
“It’s not a scent I recognize。”
“One of the Volturi；” I guessed。
“Probably。”
“When？”
“That’s why I think it must have been them — it wasn’t long ago； early this morning while Charlie was
sleeping。 And whoever it was didn’t touch him； so there must have been another purpose。”
“Looking for me。”
He didn’t answer。 His body was frozen； a statue。
“What are you two hissing about in here？” Charlie asked suspiciously； rounding the corner with an empty
popcorn bowl in his hands。
I felt green。 A vampire had been in the house looking for me while Charlie slept。 Panic overwhelmed me；
closed my throat。 I couldn’t answer； I just stared at him in horror。
Charlie’s expression changed。 Abruptly； he was grinning。 “If you two are having a fight 。 。 。 well； don’t let
me interrupt。”
Still grinning； he put his bowl in the sink and sauntered out of the room。
“Let’s go；” Edward said in a low hard voice。
“But Charlie！” The fear was squeezing my chest； making it hard to breathe。
He deliberated for a short second； and then his phone was in his hand。
“Emmett；” he muttered into the receiver。 He began talking so fast that I couldn’t understand the words。 It
was over in half a minute。 He started pulling me toward the door。
“Emmett and Jasper are on their way；” he whispered when he felt my resistance。 “They’ll sweep the
woods。 Charlie is fine。”
I let him drag me along then； too panicked to think clearly。 Charlie met my frightened eyes with a smug
grin； which suddenly turned to confusion。 Edward had me out the door before Charlie could say anything。
“Where are we going？” I couldn’t stop whispering； even after we were in the car。
“We’re going to talk to Alice；” he told me； his volume normal but his voice bleak。
“You think maybe she saw something？”
He stared at the road through narrowed eyes。 “Maybe。”
They were waiting for us； on alert after Edward’s call。 It was like walking into a museum； everyone still as
statues in various poses of stress。
“What happened？” Edward demanded as soon as we were through the door。 I was shocked to see that
he was glowering at Alice； his hands fisted in anger。
Alice stood with her arms folded tight across her chest。 Only her lips moved。 “I have no idea。 I didn’t see
anything。”
“How is that possible？” he hissed。
“Edward；” I said； a quiet reproof。 I didn’t like him talking to Alice this way。
Carlisle interrupted in a calming voice。 “It’s not an exact science； Edward。”
“He was in her room； Alice。 He could have still been there — waiting for her。”
“I would have seen that。”
Edward threw his hands up in exasperation。 “Really？ You’re sure？”
Alice’s voice was cold when she answered。 “You’ve already got me watching the Volturis’ decisions；
watching for Victoria’s return； watching Bella’s every step。 You want to add another？ Do I just have to watch
Charlie； or Bella’s room； or the house； or the whole street； too？ Edward； if I try to do too much； things are
going to start slipping through the cracks。”
“It looks like they already are；” Edward snapped。
“She was never in any danger。 There was nothing to see。”
“If you’re watching Italy； why didn’t you see them send —”
“I don’t think it’s them；” Alice insisted。 “I would have seen that。”
“Who else would leave Charlie alive？”
I shuddered。
“I don’t know；” Alice said。
“Helpful。”
“Stop it； Edward；” I whispered。
He turned on me； his face still livid； his teeth clenched together。 He glared at me for half a second； and
then； suddenly； he exhaled。 His eyes widened and his jaw relaxed。
“You’re right； Bella。 I’m sorry。” He looked at Alice。 “Forgive me； Alice。 I shouldn’t be taking this out on
you。 That was inexcusable。”
“I understand；” Alice assured him。 “I’m not happy about it； either。”
Edward took a deep breath。 “Okay； let’s look at this logically。 What are the possibilities？”
Everyone seemed to thaw out at once。 Alice relaxed and leaned against the back of the couch。 Carlisle
walked slowly toward her； his eyes far away。 Esme sat on the sofa in front of Alice； curling her legs up on the
seat。 Only Rosalie remained unmoving； her back to us； staring out the glass wall。