“Oh； I know；” he said。 “The imprinting compulsion is one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed in my
life； and I’ve seen some strange things。” He shook his head wonderingly。 “The way Sam is tied to his Emily is
impossible to describe — or I should say her Sam。 Sam really had no choice。 It reminds me of A
Midsummer Night’s Dream with all the chaos caused by the fairies’ love spells 。 。 。 like magic。” He smiled。
“It’s very nearly as strong as the way I feel about you。”
“Poor Leah；” I said again。 “But what do you mean； malicious？”
“She’s constantly bringing up things they’d rather not think of；” he explained。 “For example； Embry。”
“What’s with Embry？” I asked； surprised。
“His mother moved down from the Makah reservation seventeen years ago； when she was pregnant with
him。 She’s not Quileute。 Everyone assumed she’d left his father behind with the Makahs。 But then he joined
the pack。”
“So？”
“So the prime candidates for his father are Quil Ateara Sr。； Joshua Uley； or Billy Black； all of them
married at that point； of course。”
“No！” I gasped。 Edward was right — this was exactly like a soap opera。
“Now Sam； Jacob； and Quil all wonder which of them has a half…brother。 They’d all like to think it’s Sam；
since his father was never much of a father。 But the doubt is always there。 Jacob’s never been able to ask Billy
about that。”
“Wow。 How did you get so much in one night？”
“The pack mind is mesmerizing。 All thinking together and then separately at the same time。 There’s so
much to read！”
He sounded faintly regretful； like someone who’d had to put down a good book just before the climax。 I
laughed。
“The pack is fascinating；” I agreed。 “Almost as fascinating as you are when you’re trying to distract me。”
His expression became polite again — a perfect poker face。
“I have to be in that clearing； Edward。”
“No；” he said in a very final tone。
A certain path occurred to me at that moment。
It wasn’t so much that I had to be in the clearing。 I just had to be where Edward was。
Cruel； I accused myself。 Selfish； selfish； selfish！ Don’t do it！
I ignored my better instincts。 I couldn’t look at him while I spoke； though。 The guilt had my eyes glued to
the table。
“Okay； look； Edward；” I whispered。 “Here’s the thing 。 。 。 I’ve already gone crazy once。 I know what my
limits are。 And I can’t stand it if you leave me again。”
I didn’t look up to see his reaction； afraid to know how much pain I was inflicting。 I did hear his sudden
intake of breath and the silence that followed。 I stared at the dark wooden tabletop； wishing I could take the
words back。 But knowing I probably wouldn’t。 Not if it worked。
Suddenly； his arms were around me； his hands stroking my face； my arms。 He was comforting me。 The
guilt went into spiral mode。 But the survival instinct was stronger。 There was no question that he was
fundamental to my survival。
“You know it’s not like that； Bella；” he murmured。 “I won’t be far； and it will be over quickly。”
“I can’t stand it；” I insisted； still staring down。 “Not knowing whether or not you’ll come back。 How do I
live through that； no matter how quickly it’s over？”
He sighed。 “It’s going to be easy； Bella。 There’s no reason for your fears。”
“None at all？”
“None。”
“And everybody will be fine？”
“Everyone；” he promised。
“So there’s no way at all that I need to be in the clearing？”
“Of course not。 Alice just told me that they’re down to nineteen。 We’ll be able to handle it easily。”
“That’s right — you said it was so easy that someone could sit out；” I repeated his words from last night。
“Did you really mean that？”
“Yes。”
It felt too simple — he had to see it coming。
“So easy that you could sit out？”
After a long moment of silence； I finally looked up at his expression。
The poker face was back。
I took a deep breath。 “So it’s one way or the other。 Either there is more danger than you want me to
know about； in which case it would be right for me to be there； to do what I can to help。 Or 。 。 。 it’s going to
be so easy that they’ll get by without you。 Which way is it？”
He didn’t speak。
I knew what he was thinking of — the same thing I was thinking of。 Carlisle。 Esme。 Emmett。 Rosalie。
Jasper。 And 。 。 。 I forced myself to think the last name。 And Alice。
I wondered if I was a monster。 Not the kind that he thought he was； but the real kind。 The kind that hurt
people。 The kind that had no limits when it came to what they wanted。
What I wanted was to keep him safe； safe with me。 Did I have a limit to what I would do； what I would
sacrifice for that？ I wasn’t sure。
“You ask me to let them fight without my help？” he said in a quiet voice。
“Yes。” I was surprised I could keep my voice even； I felt so wretched inside。 “Or to let me be there。
Either way； so long as we’re together。”
He took a deep breath； and then exhaled slowly。 He moved his hands to place them on either side of my
face； forcing me to meet his gaze。 He looked into my eyes for a long time。 I wondered what he was looking
for； and what it was that he found。 Was the guilt as thick on my face as it was in my stomach — sickening me？
His eyes tightened against some emotion I couldn’t read； and he dropped one hand to pull out his phone
again。
“Alice；” he sighed。 “Could you come babysit Bella for a bit？” He raised one eyebrow； daring me to object
to the word。 “I need to speak with Jasper。”
She evidently agreed。 He put the phone away and went back to staring at my face。
“What are you going to say to Jasper？” I whispered。
“I’m going to discuss 。 。 。 me sitting out。”
It was easy to read in his face how difficult the words were for him。
“I’m sorry。”
I was sorry。 I hated to make him do this。 Not enough that I could fake a smile and tell him to go on ahead
without me。 Definitely not that much。
“Don’t apologize；” he said； smiling just a little。 “Never be afraid to tell me how you feel； Bella。 If this is
what you need 。 。 。” He shrugged。 “You are my first priority。”
“I didn’t mean it that way — like you have to choose me over your family。”
“I know that。 Besides； that’s not what you asked。 You gave me two alternatives that you could live with；
and I chose the one that I could live with。 That’s how compromise is supposed to work。”
I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his chest。 “Thank you；” I whispered。
“Anytime；” he answered； kissing my hair。 “Anything。”
We didn’t move for a long moment。 I kept my face hidden； pressed against his shirt。 Two voices struggled
inside me。 One that wanted to be good and brave； and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut。
“Who’s the third wife？” he asked me suddenly。
“Huh？” I said； stalling。 I didn’t remember having had that dream again。
“You were mumbling something about ‘the third wife’ last night。 The rest made a little sense； but you lost
me there。”
“Oh。 Um； yeah。 That was just one of the stories that I heard at the bonfire the other night。” I shrugged。 “I
guess it stuck with me。”
Edward leaned away from me and cocked his head to the side； probably confused by the uncomfortable
edge to my voice。
Before he could ask； Alice appeared in the kitchen doorway with a sour expression。
“You’re going to miss all the fun；” she grumbled。
“Hello； Alice；” he greeted her。 He put one finger under my chin and tilted my face up to kiss me goodbye。
“I’ll be back later tonight；” he promised me。 “I’ll go work this out with the others； rearrange things。”
“Okay。”
“There’s not much to arrange；” Alice said。 “I already told them。 Emmett is pleased。”
Edward sighed。 “Of course he is。”
He walked out the door； leaving me to face Alice。
She glared at me。
“I’m sorry；” I apologized again。 “Do you think this will make it more dangerous for you？”
She snorted。 “You worry too much； Bella。 You’re going to go prematurely gray。”
“Why are you upset； then？”
“Edward is such a grouch when he doesn’t get his way。 I’m just anticipating living with him for the next
few months。” She made a face。 “I suppose； if it keeps you sane； it’s worth it。 But I wish you could control the
pessimism； Bella。 It’s so unnecessary。”
“Would you let Jasper go without you？” I demanded。
Alice grimaced。 “That’s different。”
“Sure it is。”
“Go clean yourself up；” she ordered me。 “Charlie will be home in fifteen minutes； and if you look this
ragged he’s not going to want to let you out again。”
Wow； I’d really lost the whole day。 It felt like such a waste。 I was glad I wouldn’t always have to
squander my time with sleeping。
I was entirely presentable when Charlie got home — fully dressed； hair decent； and in the kitchen putting
his dinner on the table。 Alice sat in Edward’s usual place； and this seemed to make Charlie’s day。
“Howdy； Alice！ How are you； hon？”
“I’m fine； Charlie； thanks。”
“I see you finally made it out of bed； sleepyhead；” he said to me as I sat beside him； before turning back to
Alice。 “Everyone’s talking about that party your parents threw last night。 I’ll bet you’ve got one heck of a
clean…up job ahead of you。”
Alice shrugged。 Knowing her； it was already done。
“It was worth it；” she said。 “It was a great party。”
“Where’s Edward？” Charlie asked； a little grudgingly。 “Is he helping clean up？”
Alice sighed and her face turned tragic。 It was probably an act； but it was too perfect for me to be
positive。 “No。 He’s off planning the weekend with Emmett and Carlisle。”
“Hikingagain？”
Alice nodded； her face suddenly forlorn。 “Yes。 They’re all going； except me。 We always go backpacking
at the end of the school year； sort of a celebration；