to sit between Rosalie and Esme on the sofa。
“Hi； Bella；” Jacob said； suddenly cautious。 “What’s up？”
“Nothing good。 I can’t e over Saturday after all。”
It was silent for a minute。 “Stupid bloodsucker；” he finally muttered。 “I thought he was leaving。 Can’t you
have a life when he’s gone？ Or does he lock you in a coffin？”
I laughed。
“I don’t think that’s funny。”
“I’m only laughing because you’re close；” I told him。 “But he’s going to be here Saturday； so it doesn’t
matter。”
“Will he be feeding there in Forks； then？” Jacob asked cuttingly。
“No。” I didn’t let myself get irritated with him。 I wasn’t that far from being as angry as he was。 “He left
early。”
“Oh。 Well； hey； e over now； then；” he said with sudden enthusiasm。 “It’s not that late。 Or I’ll e up
to Charlie’s。”
“I wish。 I’m not at Charlie’s；” I said sourly。 “I’m kind of being held prisoner。”
He was silent as that sunk in； and then he growled。 “We’ll e and get you；” he promised in a flat voice；
slipping automatically into a plural。
A chill slid down my spine； but I answered in a light and teasing voice。 “Tempting。 I have been tortured —
Alice painted my toenails。”
“I’m serious。”
“Don’t be。 They’re just trying to keep me safe。”
He growled again。
“I know it’s silly； but their hearts are in the right place。”
“Their hearts！” he scoffed。
“Sorry about Saturday；” I apologized。 “I’ve got to hit the sack” — the couch； I corrected mentally — “but
I’ll call you again soon。”
“Are you sure they’ll let you？” he asked in a scathing tone。
“Not pletely。” I sighed。 “’Night； Jake。”
“See you around。”
Alice was abruptly at my side； her hand held out for the phone； but I was already dialing。 She saw the
number。
“I don’t think he’ll have his phone on him；” she said。
“I’ll leave a message。”
The phone rang four times； followed by a beep。 There was no greeting。
“You are in trouble；” I said slowly； emphasizing each word。 “Enormous trouble。 Angry grizzly bears are
going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home。”
I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand。 “I’m done。”
She grinned。 “This hostage stuff is fun。”
“I’m going to sleep now；” I announced； heading for the stairs。 Alice tagged along。
“Alice；” I sighed。 “I’m not going to sneak out。 You would know if I was planning to； and you’d catch me if
I tried。”
“I’m just going to show you where your things are；” she said innocently。
Edward’s room was at the farthest end of the third floor hallway； hard to mistake even when the huge
house had been less familiar。 But when I switched the light on； I paused in confusion。 Had I picked the wrong
door？
Alice giggled。
It was the same room； I realized quickly； the furniture had just been rearranged。 The couch was pushed to
the north wall and the stereo shoved up against the vast shelves of CDs — to make room for the colossal bed
that now dominated the central space。
The southern wall of glass reflected the scene back like a mirror； making it look twice as bad。
It matched。 The coverlet was a dull gold； just lighter than the walls； the frame was black； made of
intricately patterned wrought iron。 Sculpted metal roses wound in vines up the tall posts and formed a bowery
lattice overhead。 My pajamas were folded neatly on the foot of the bed； my bag of toiletries to one side。
“What the hell is all this？” I spluttered。
“You didn’t really think he would make you sleep on the couch； did you？”
I mumbled unintelligibly as I stalked forward to snatch my things off the bed。
“I’ll give you some privacy；” Alice laughed。 “See you in the morning。”
After my teeth were brushed and I was dressed； I grabbed a puffy feather pillow off the huge bed and
dragged the gold cover to the couch。 I knew I was being silly； but I didn’t care。 Porsches as bribes and king
sized beds in houses where nobody slept — it was beyond irritating。 I flipped off the lights and curled up on
the sofa； wondering if I was too annoyed to sleep。
In the dark； the glass wall was no longer a black mirror； doubling the room。 The light of the moon
brightened the clouds outside the window。 As my eyes adjusted； I could see the diffused glow highlighting the
tops of the trees； and glinting off a small slice of the river。 I watched the silver light； waiting for my eyes to get
heavy。
There was a light knock on the door。
“What； Alice？” I hissed。 I was on the defensive； imagining her amusement when she saw my makeshift
bed。
“It’s me；” Rosalie said softly； opening the door enough that I could see the silver glow touch her perfect
face。 “Can I e in？”
7。 UNHAPPY ENDING
ROSALIE HESITATED IN THE DOORWAY； HER BREATHTAKing face unsure。
“Of course；” I replied； my voice an octave high with surprise。 “e on in。”
I sat up； sliding to the end of the sofa to make room。 My stomach twisted nervously as the one Cullen who
did not like me moved silently to sit down in the open space。 I tried to e up with a reason why she would
want to see me； but my mind was a blank on that point。
“Do you mind talking to me for a few minutes？” she asked。 “I didn’t wake you or anything； did I？” Her
eyes shifted to the stripped bed and back to my couch。
“No； I was awake。 Sure； we can talk。” I wondered if she could hear the alarm in my voice as clearly as I
could。
She laughed lightly； and it sounded like a chorus of bells。 “He so rarely leaves you alone；” she said。 “I
figured I’d better make the best of this opportunity。”
What did she want to say that couldn’t be said in front of Edward？ My hands twisted and untwisted
around the edge of the forter。
“Please don’t think I’m horribly interfering；” Rosalie said； her voice gentle and almost pleading。 She folded
her hands in her lap and looked down at them as she spoke。 “I’m sure I’ve hurt your feelings enough in the
past； and I don’t want to do that again。”
“Don’t worry about it； Rosalie。 My feelings are great。 What is it？”
She laughed again； sounding oddly embarrassed。 “I’m going to try to tell you why I think you should stay
human — why I would stay human if I were you。”
“Oh。”
She smiled at the shocked tone of my voice； and then she sighed。
“Did Edward ever tell you what led to this？” she asked； gesturing to her glorious immortal body。
I nodded slowly； suddenly somber。 “He said it was close to what happened to me that time in Port
Angeles； only no one was there to save you。” I shuddered at the memory。
“Is that really all he told you？” she asked。
“Yes；” I said； my voice blank with confusion。 “Was there more？”
She looked up at me and smiled； it was a harsh； bitter — but still stunning — expression。
“Yes；” she said。 “There was more。”
I waited while she stared out the window。 She seemed to be trying to calm herself。
“Would you like to hear my story； Bella？ It doesn’t have a happy ending — but which of ours does？ If we
had happy endings； we’d all be under gravestones now。”
I nodded； though I was frightened by the edge in her voice。
“I lived in a different world than you do； Bella。 My human world was a much simpler place。 It was
nieen thirtythree。 I was eighteen； and I was beautiful。 My life was perfect。”
She stared out the window at the silver clouds； her expression far away。
“My parents were thoroughly middle class。 My father had a stable job in a bank； something I realize now
that he was smug about — he saw his prosperity as a reward for talent and hard work； rather than
acknowledging the luck involved。 I took it all for granted then； in my home； it was as if the Great Depression
was only a troublesome rumor。 Of course I saw the poor people； the ones who weren’t as lucky。 My father
left me with the impression that they’d brought their troubles on themselves。
“It was my mother’s job to keep our house — and myself and my two younger brothers — in spotless
order。 It was clear that I was both her first priority and her favorite。 I didn’t fully understand at the time； but I
was always vaguely aware that my parents weren’t satisfied with what they had； even if it was so much more
than most。 They wanted more。 They had social aspirations — social climbers； I suppose you could call them。
My beauty was like a gift to them。 They saw so much more potential in it than I did。
“They weren’t satisfied； but I was。 I was thrilled to be me； to be Rosalie Hale。 Pleased that men’s eyes
watched me everywhere I went； from the year I turned twelve。 Delighted that my girlfriends sighed with envy
when they touched my hair。 Happy that my mother was proud of me and that my father liked to buy me pretty
dresses。
“I knew what I wanted out of life； and there didn’t seem to be any way that I wouldn’t get exactly what I
wanted。 I wanted to be loved； to be adored。 I wanted to have a huge； flowery wedding； where everyone in
town would watch me walk down the aisle on my father’s arm and think I was the most beautiful thing they’d
ever see