Bella tossed and turned in bed as I watched from the windowsill. The sheets tangled around her legs as she thrashed around, restricting her movements. Her jerky motions triggered the predator in me, and I watched in rapt fascination.
She was like a present sent just for me, and I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck and claim her as mine.
“Edward,” she whimpered as she flipped to face me. Sweat-dampened strands of hair clung to her forehead. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wipe them from her face and comfort her.
But I couldn’t.
“How could you do that to me?” Bella asked with tears in her eyes.
“He was no good for you,” Edward answered. “I did what I had to.”
“I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“So you decided to hurt me instead? How could you tell everyone that I fucked you in the backseat of your car?”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said coldly, “it worked. Alec broke up with me, and now everyone thinks I’m a cheating whore.”
“Bella—” She stormed from the room before he could explain further. “I did it because I love you.”
“What?” Bella asks in disbelief. I don’t need to read her mind to know what she’s thinking. I’m certain we’re experiencing the same emotions.
“They are dead,” Demetri repeats. “You two were hard to track down, but I thought the knowledge would be of great importance.”
“Who killed them?”
“Jane,” he says nonchalantly. “With Alec’s help, of course.”
“Are they in charge?” I ask. Demetri nods. “Will they—”
“Don’t worry. Your coven is safe. They have no interest in your daughter or your . . . friends.”
Bella and I exchange a look of relief. After years of running, we are finally free.
“What do you mean, you don’t want me?”
“Don’t make a big deal out of this, Rosalie. You don’t want me, either,” I challenge.
“But everybody wants me.” She frowns, confusion evident in her voice. “There isn’t a man, alive or dead, who doesn’t want this.”
I am perfect.
I shrug apologetically. “I like you, but not in that way.”
“I assure you I’m not.”
“Then you’re crazy!” Rosalie scowls and abruptly exits the room. Her thoughts betray her angry exterior, and I can’t help but smile.
He’s the first man who doesn’t like me for my looks.
I came home early to a surprising scene. I called my wife’s cell, and she answered on the first ring.
“Mrs. Cullen,” I said pointedly.
“Care to explain the sexy ensemble lying on the bed?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Cullen,” she said innocently.
“Where are you, anyway?” I asked, peeking inside our walk-in closet.
She giggled softly. “I’m in the tub. I was feeling a little . . . dirty.”
Entering the bathroom, I found her in the tub, bubbles up to her neck. I smiled. “You know I like it when you’re dirty.”
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