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“Edward！” I sang； throwing myself at him。
“Hi； there。” He laughed and wrapped his arms around me。 “Are you trying to distract me？ It’s working。”
“No； I didn’t fight with Jacob。 Much。 Why？”
“I was just wondering why you stabbed him。 Not that I object。” With his chin； he gestured to the knife on
the counter。
“Dang！ I thought I got everything。”
I pulled away from him and ran to put the knife in the sink before I doused it with bleach。
“I didn’t stab him；” I explained as I worked。 “He forgot he had a knife in his hand。”
Edward chuckled。 “That’s not nearly as fun as the way I imagined it。”
“Be nice。”
He took a big envelope from his jacket pocket and tossed it on the counter。 “I got your mail。”
“Anything good？”
“I think so。”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously at his tone。 I went to investigate。
He’d folded the legalsized envelope in half。 I smoothed it open； surprised at the weight of the expensive
paper； and read the return address。
“Dartmouth？ Is this a joke？”
“I’m sure it’s an acceptance。 It looks exactly like mine。”
“Good grief； Edward — what did you do？”
“I sent in your application； that’s all。”
“I may not be Dartmouth material； but I’m not stupid enough to believe that。”
“Dartmouth seems to think that you’re Dartmouth material。”
I took a deep breath and counted slowly to ten。 “That’s very generous of them；” I finally said。 “However；
accepted or not； there is still the minor matter of tuition。 I can’t afford it； and I’m not letting you throw away
enough money to buy yourself another sports car just so that I can pretend to go to Dartmouth next year。”
“I don’t need another sports car。 And you don’t have to pretend anything；” he murmured。 “One year of
college wouldn’t kill you。 Maybe you’d even like it。 Just think about it； Bella。 Imagine how excited Charlie and
Renée would be。 。 。 。”
His velvet voice painted the picture in my head before I could block it。 Of course Charlie would explode
with pride — no one in the town of Forks would be able to escape the fallout from his excitement。 And Renée
would be hysterical with joy at my triumph — though she’d swear she wasn’t at all surprised。 。 。 。
I tried to shake the image out of my head。 “Edward。 I’m worried about living through graduation； let alone
this summer or next fall。”
His arms wrapped around me again。 “No one is going to hurt you。 You have all the time in the world。”
I sighed。 “I’m mailing the contents of my bank account to Alaska tomorrow。 It’s all the alibi I need。 It’s far
enough away that Charlie won’t expect a visit until Christmas at the earliest。 And I’m sure I’ll think of some
excuse by then。 You know；” I teased halfheartedly； “this whole secrecy and deception thing is kind of a pain。”
Edward’s expression hardened。 “It gets easier。 After a few decades； everyone you know is dead。
Problem solved。”
I flinched。
“Sorry； that was harsh。”
I stared down at the big white envelope； not seeing it。 “But still true。”
“If I get this resolved； whatever it is we’re dealing with； will you please consider waiting？”
“Nope。”
“Always so stubborn。”
“Yep。”
The washing machine thumped and stuttered to a halt。
“Stupid piece of junk；” I muttered as I pulled away from him。 I moved the one small towel that had
unbalanced the otherwise empty machine； and started it again。
“This reminds me；” I said。 “Could you ask Alice what she did with my stuff when she cleaned my room？ I
can’t find it anywhere。”
He looked at me with confused eyes。 “Alice cleaned your room？”
“Yeah； I guess that’s what she was doing。 When she came to get my pajamas and pillow and stuff to hold
me hostage。” I glowered at him briefly。 “She picked up everything that was lying around； my shirts； my socks；
and I don’t know where she put them。”
Edward continued to look confused for one short moment； and then； abruptly； he was rigid。
“When did you notice your things were missing？”
“When I got back from the fake slumber party。 Why？”
“I don’t think Alice took anything。 Not your clothes； or your pillow。 The things that were taken； these
were things you’d worn 。 。 。 and touched 。 。 。 and slept on？”
“Yes。 What is it； Edward？”
His expression was strained。 “Things with your scent。”
“Oh！”
We stared into each others eyes for a long moment。
“My visitor；” I muttered。
“He was gathering traces 。 。 。 evidence。 To prove that he’d found you？”
“Why？” I whispered。
“I don’t know。 But； Bella； I swear I will find out。 I will。”
“I know you will；” I said； laying my head against his chest。 Leaning there； I felt his phone vibrate in his
pocket。
He pulled out his phone and glanced at the number。 “Just the person I need to talk to；” he murmured； and
then he flipped it open。 “Carlisle； I —” He broke off and listened； his face taut with concentration for a few
minutes。 “I’ll check it out。 Listen 。 。 。”
He explained about my missing things； but from the side I was hearing； it sounded like Carlisle had no
insights for us。
“Maybe I’ll go 。 。 。 ；” Edward said； trailing off as his eyes drifted toward me。 “Maybe not。 Don’t let
Emmett go alone； you know how he gets。 At least ask Alice keep an eye on things。 We’ll figure this out later。”
He snapped the phone shut。 “Where’s the paper？” he asked me。
“Um； I’m not sure。 Why？”
“I need to see something。 Did Charlie already throw it out？”
“Maybe。 。 。 。”
Edward disappeared。
He was back in half a second； new diamonds in his hair； a wet newspaper in his hands。 He spread it out
on the table； his eyes scanning quickly across the headlines。 He leaned in； intent on something he was reading；
one finger tracing passages that interested him most。
“Carlisle’s right 。 。 。 yes 。 。 。 very sloppy。 Young and crazed？ Or a death wish？” he muttered to himself。
I went to peek over his shoulder。
The headline of the Seattle Times read： “Murder Epidemic Continues — Police Have No New Leads。”
It was almost the same story Charlie had been plaining about a few weeks ago — the bigcity
violence that was pushing Seattle up the national murder hotspot list。 It wasn’t exactly the same story； though。
The numbers were a lot higher。
“It’s getting worse；” I murmured。
He frowned。 “Altogether out of control。 This can’t be the work of just one newborn vampire。 What’s
going on？ It’s as if they’ve never heard of the Volturi。 Which is possible； I guess。 No one has explained the
rules to them 。 。 。 so who is creating them； then？”
“The Volturi？” I repeated； shuddering。
“This is exactly the kind of thing they routinely wipe out — immortals who threaten to expose us。 They just
cleaned up a mess like this a few years ago in Atlanta； and it hadn’t gotten nearly this bad。 They will intervene
soon； very soon； unless we can find some way to calm the situation。 I’d really rather they didn’t e to
Seattle just now。 As long as they’re this close 。 。 。 they might decide to check on you。”
I shuddered again。 “What can we do？”
“We need to know more before we can decide that。 Perhaps if we can talk to these young ones； explain
the rules； it can be resolved peacefully。” He frowned； like he didn’t think the chances of that were good。
“We’ll wait until Alice has an idea of what’s going on。 。 。 。 We don’t want to step in until it’s absolutely
necessary。 After all； it’s not our responsibility。 But it’s good we have Jasper；” he added； almost to himself。 “If
we are dealing with newborns； he’ll be helpful。”
“Jasper？ Why？”
Edward smiled darkly。 “Jasper is sort of an expert on young vampires。”
“What do you mean； an expert？”
“You’ll have to ask him — the story is involved。”
“What a mess；” I mumbled。
“It does feel that way； doesn’t it？ Like it’s ing at us from all sides these days。” He sighed。 “Do you
ever think that your life might be easier if you weren’t in love with me？”
“Maybe。 It wouldn’t be much of a life； though。”
“For me；” he amended quietly。 “And now； I suppose；” he continued with a wry smile； “you have
something yo