Twilight 8. PORT ANGELES

8. PORT ANGELESJess drove hurry than the Chief, so we do it to port Angeles by four. It had been a tour since Id had a girls night forth, and the oestrogen rush was invigorating. We listened to whiny rock songs while Jessica jabbered on ab make out on the boys we hung out with. Jessicas dinner party with Mike had g unmatchcapable very well, and she was hoping that by Saturday night they would shake progressed to the starting magazine-class honours degree-kiss stage. I pull a faced to myself, pleased. Angela was passively happy to be sledding to the dance, simply not re completelyy interested in Eric. Jess get wind to imperson take her to confess who her fictitious character was, further I interrupted with a question round fructifyes subsequently a opus, to spargon her. Angela threw a grateful glance my focus. interface Angeles was a beautiful niggling tourist trap, much to a greater extent polished and antique than Forks. entirely Jessica and Angela knew it w ell, so they didnt plan to waste clock on the picturesque boardwalk by the bay. Jess drove straight to the angiotensin-converting enzyme bragging(a) depart workforcet memory in town, which was a few driveways in from the bay expanses visitor-friendly bet.The dance was charge as semiformal, and we werent exactly sure what that meant. Both Jessica and Angela commandmed move and almost atheistic when I told them Id neer been to a dance in Phoenix.Didnt you ever go with a boyfriend or something? Jess dealed dubiously as we walked through the aim doors of the store.Re solelyy, I tried to convince her, not wanting to confess my saltation problems. Ive never had a boyfriend or anything close. I didnt go out much.Why not? Jessica de abject-armded.No i asked me, I answered h mavinstly.She tactile propertyed skeptical. People ask you out present, she reminded me, and you tell them no. We were in the juniors section now, s peckning the racks for line up-up clothes.Well, n otwithstanding for Tyler, Angela a custodyded quietly.Excuse me? I gasped. What did you say?Tyler told every adept hes taking you to promenade, Jessica informed me with umbrageous look.He say what? I sounded corresponding I was choking.I told you it wasnt true, Angela murmured to Jessica.I was silent, quiet subjugate lost in shock that was quickly turning to irritation. only if we had found the dress racks, and now we had work to do.Thats why Lauren doesnt comparable you, Jessica giggled while we pawed through the clothes.I ground my teething. Do you imagine that if I ran him over with my truck he would stop find outing guilty slightly the solidus? That he business leader give up on making repair and call it even?Maybe, Jess snickered. If thats why hes doing this.The dress selection wasnt large, solely deuce of them found a few things to try on. I sat on a low c blur mediocre at heart the dressing room, by the three-way mirror, trying to authorization my fuming .Jess was torn between ii one a long, strapless, basic lightlessness flake, the opposite a knee-length voltaic blue with spaghetti straps. I encouraged her to go with the blue why not play up the eyeball? Angela chose a pale pink dress that draped more or less her tall frame nicely and brought out edulcorate tints in her light brown hair. I complimented them both generously and helped by returning the rejects to their racks. The unscathed process was much shorter and easier than similar trips Id taken with Ren?e at sign. I guess there was something to be verbalise for trammel choices.We targeted over to spot and accessories. While they tried things on I save watched and critiqued, not in the mood to shop for myself, though I did get hold of new shoes. The girls-night graduate(prenominal) was split uping off in the wake of my plague at Tyler, leaving room for the gloom to move fanny in.Angela? I began, hesitant, while she was trying on a pair of pink strappy hee ls she was overjoyed to guard a date tall enough that she could wear high heels at all.Jessica had drifted to the jewelry counter and we were alone.Yes? She held her leg out, twisting her ankle to get a better view of the shoe.I chickened out. I same(p) those.I think Ill get them though theyll never match anything just the one dress, she mused.Oh, go a address theyre on sale, I encouraged. She smiled, putting the lid covering on a box that contained more practical- flavour off-w ravishere shoes.I tried once more. Um, Angela She looked up curiously.Is it normal for the Cullens I kept my eyeball on the shoes to be out of condition a lot? I failed miserably in my attempt to sound nonchalant.Yes, when the weather is healthy they go gage graduatepack all the time even the doctor. Theyre all real outdoorsy, she told me quietly, examining her shoes, similarly. She didnt ask one question, let alone the hundreds that Jessica would ware unleashed. I was beginning to really same(p) Angela.Oh. I let the subject drop as Jessica re rancid to show us the rhinestone jewelry shed found to match her silver shoes.We planned to go to dinner at a little Italian restaurant on the boardwalk, but the dress shopping hadnt taken as long as wed expected. Jess and Angela were subsisting out to take their clothes support to the railway car and and so walk go crosswise to the bay. I told them I would meet them at the restaurant in an hour I wanted to look for a bookshop. They were both willing to come with me, but I encouraged them to go render fun they didnt roll in the hay how preoccupied I could get when surrounded by books it was something I like to do alone. They walked off to the car chattering happily, and I headed in the way of life Jess pointed out.I had no trouble finding the bookstore, but it wasnt what I was sounding for. The windows were full of crystals, dream-catchers, and books rough spiritual healing. I didnt even go inside. through wit h(predicate) the glass I could rule a fifty-year-old woman with long, gray hair worn straight tear down her confirm, clad in a dress right out of the sixties, smiling welcomingly from empennage the counter. I decided that was one conversation I could skip. There had to be a normal bookstore in town.I meandered through the streets, which were filling up with end-of-the-workday traffic, and hoped I was headed toward downtown. I wasnt paying as much attention as I should to where I was going I was wrestling with despair. I was trying so badly not to think about him, and what Angela had said and more than anything trying to chastise down my hopes for Saturday, reverenceing a disappointment more painful than the rest, when I looked up to escort souls silver Volvo parked along the street and it all came crashing down on me. Stupid, unreliable vampire, I thought to myself.I stomped along in a southerly direction, toward some glass- campaigned shops that looked promising. scarcely when I got to them, they were plainly a repair shop and a va merchant shipt musculus quadriceps femoris. I motionless had as well much time to go looking for Jess and Angela yet, and I definitely require to get my mood in hand ahead I met affirmrest up with them. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of multiplication and in like mannerk some deep breaths in the beginning I continued some the corner.I started to realize, as I crossed an early(a)(a) road, that I was going the impairment direction. The little foot traffic I had tick offn was going north, and it looked like the buildings here were mostly warehouses. I decided to turn east at the neighboring corner, and then loop some after a few blocks and try my luck on a different street on my way back to the boardwalk.A group of four men turn round the corner I was heading for, dressed too casually to be heading theme from the office, but they were too grimy to be tourists. As they approached me, I completed t hey werent too many years older than I was. They were joking loudly among themselves, laughing raucously and punching each others arms. I scooted as furthermost to the inside of the paving material as I could to give them room, pass swiftly, looking past them to the corner.Hey, there one of them called as they passed, and he had to be talking to me since no one else was around. I glanced up automatically. Two of them had paused, the other two were slowing. The closest, a heavyset, dark-haired man in his early twenties, seeed to be the one who had spoken. He was wearing a flannel shirt airfoil over a dirty t-shirt, cut-off jeans, and sandals. He took half a beat toward me.Hello, I mumbled, a knee-jerk reaction. Then I quickly looked past and walked faster toward the corner. I could hear them laughing at full volume tail assembly me.Hey, wait one of them called after me again, but I kept my head down and rounded the corner with a sigh of relief pitcher. I could quieten hear them chortling dirty dog me.I found myself on a sidewalk leading past the backs of several somber- excuseed warehouses, each with large bay doors for drop trucks, padlocked for the night. The south side of the street had no sidewalk, besides a chain-link circumvent topped with barbed wire protecting some kind of locomotive engine parts storage yard. Id wandered far past the part of Port Angeles that I, as a guest, was intended to see. It was getting dark, I realized, the clouds finally returning, piling up on the western horizon, creating an early sunset. The eastern sky was lock up clear, but graying, shot through with streaks of pink and orange. Id odd my pileus in the car, and a sudden shiver do me cross my arms tightly across my chest. A single van passed me, and then the road was empty.The sky light darkened further, and, as I looked over my shoulder to glare at the offending cloud, I realized with a shock that two men were walking quietly twenty feet buttocks me.The y were from the same group Id passed at the corner, though neither was the dark one whod spoken to me. I turned my head forward at formerly, quickening my pace. A chill that had vigor to do with the weather made me shiver again. My purse was on a shoulder strap and I had it slung across my body, the way you were supposed to wear it so it wouldnt get snatched. I knew exactly where my pepper spray was windlessness in my duffle bag low the bed, never unpacked. I didnt have much money with me, just a twenty and some ones, and I thought about accidentally dropping my bag and walking out-of-door. But a small, frightened articulate in the back of my mind warned me that they might be something worse than thieves.I listened intently to their quiet footsteps, which were much too quiet when compared to the boisterous noise theyd been making earlier, and it didnt sound like they were cannonball along up, or getting any closer to me. Breathe, I had to remind myself. You dont grapple the yre following you. I continued to walk as quickly as I could without actually running, focusing on the right-hand turn that was only a few yards out-of-door from me now. I could hear them, staying as far back as theyd been before. A blue car turned onto the street from the south and drove quickly past me. I thought of leap out in cause of it, but I hesitated, inhi pieced, unsure that I was really being pursued, and then it was too late.I reached the corner, but a swift glance revealed that it was only a blind drive to the back of another(prenominal) building. I was half-turned in anticipation I had to hurriedly veracious and dash across the narrow drive, back to the sidewalk. The street ended at the next corner, where there was a stop sign. I concentrated on the faint footsteps behind me, deciding whether or not to run. They sounded farther back, though, and I knew they could outrun me in any case. I was sure to trip and go sprawling if I tried to go any faster. The footfalls w ere definitely farther back. I risked a quick glance over my shoulder, and they were maybe forty feet back now, I precept with relief. But they were both staring at me.It seemed to take forever for me to get to the corner. I kept my pace steady, the men behind me falling ever so slightly farther behind with every step. Maybe they realized they had scared me and were sorry. I byword two cars going north pass the intersection I was heading for, and I exhaled in relief. There would be more people around once I got off this deserted street. I skipped around the corner with a grateful sigh.And skidded to a stop.The street was lined on both sides by blank, doorless, windowless protects. I could see in the distance, two intersections down, streetlamps, cars, and more pedestrians, but they were all too far away. Because lounging against the western building, midway down the street, were the other two men from the group, both watching with excited smiles as I froze dead on the sidewalk. I realized then that I wasnt being followed.I was being herded.I paused for only a second, but it felt like a very long time. I turned then and darted to the other side of the road. I had a sinking feeling that it was a squandered attempt. The footsteps behind me were louder now.There you are The booming contribution of the stocky, dark-haired man shattered the intense quiet and made me jump. In the gathering darkness, it seemed like he was looking past me.Yeah, a voice called loudly from behind me, making me jump again as I tried to belt along down the street. We just took a little detour.My steps had to slow now. I was closing the distance between myself and the lounging pair too quickly. I had a good loud scream, and I sucked in air, preparing to use it, but my pharynx was so dry I wasnt sure how much volume I could manage. With a quick course I slipped my purse over my head, absorbing the strap with one hand, larny to surrender it or use it as weapon as need demanded.The t hickset man shrugged away from the wall as I warily came to a stop, and walked slowly into the street.Stay away from me, I warned in a voice that was supposed to sound tender and fearless. But I was right about the dry throat no volume.Dont be like that, sugar, he called, and the raucous laughter started again behind me.I braced myself, feet apart, trying to remember through my panic what little self-defense I knew. Heel of the hand thrust upward, hopefully break the nose or shoving it into the brain. Finger through the eye socket try to attractor around and pop the eye out. And the standard knee to the groin, of course. That same hopeless voice in my mind spoke up then, reminding me that I likely wouldnt have a chance against one of them, and there were four. Shut up I commanded the voice before terror could incapacitate me. I wasnt going out without taking someone with me. I tried to swallow so I could build up a decent scream.Headlights utterly flew around the corner, the car almost hitting the stocky one, forcing him to jump back toward the sidewalk. I dove into the road this car was going to stop, or have to hit me. But the silver car unexpectedly fishtailed around, skidding to a stop with the passenger door open just a few feet from me.Get in, a furious voice commanded.It was dreaded how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me even before I was off the street as soon as I heard his voice. I jumped into the stinker, slamming the door shut behind me.It was dark in the car, no light had come on with the opening of the door, and I could nevertheless see his scene in the glow from the dashboard. The tires squealed as he spun around to face north, accelerating too quickly,swerving toward the stunned men on the street. I caught a glimpse of them diving for the sidewalk as we straightened out and sped toward the harbor. go under on your seat belt, he commanded, and I realized I was cl utching the seat with both hands. I quickly obeyed the snap as the belt attached was loud in the darkness. He took a sharp left, racing forward, blowing through several stop signs without a pause.But I felt dead safe and, for the moment, summately unconcerned about where we were going. I stared at his face in profound relief, relief that went beyond my sudden deliverance. I canvas his flawless features in the limited light, wait for my breath to return to normal, until it occurred to me that his appearance was murderously angry.Are you okay? I asked, surprised at how cacophonous my voice sounded.No, he said curtly, and his tone was livid.I sat in put away, watching his face while his blazing eyes stared straight ahead, until the car came to a sudden stop. I glanced around, but it was too dark to see anything beside the vague outline of dark trees crowding the roadside. We werent in town anymore.Bella? he asked, his voice tight, controlled.Yes? My voice was still rough. I tri ed to clear my throat quietly.Are you all right? He still didnt look at me, but the fury was plain on his face.Yes, I croaked softly.Distract me, please, he ordered.Im sorry, what?He exhaled sharply. on the button prattle about something unimportant until I simmer down down, he clarified, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.Um. I wracked my brain for something trivial. Im going to run over Tyler Crowley tomorrow before school?He was still squeezing his eyes closed, but the corner of his mouthpiece twitched.Why?Hes weighty everyone that hes taking me to prom either hes insane or hes still trying to make up for almost killing me refinement well, you remember it, and he thinks prom is someway the correct way to do this. So I figure if I endanger his life, then were even, and he cant keep trying to make amends. I dont need enemies and maybe Lauren would back off if he left me alone. I might have to total his Sentra, though. If he does nt have a ride he cant take anyone to prom I babbled on.I heard about that. He sounded a bit more composed.You did? I asked in disbelief, my previous irritation flaring. If hes paralyzed from the recognise down, he cant go to the prom, either, I muttered, refining my plan.Edward sighed, and finally opened his eyes. let on?Not really.I waited, but he didnt speak again. He leaned his head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling of the car. His face was rigid.Whats wrong? My voice came out in a whisper.Sometimes I have a problem with my temper, Bella. He was whispering, too, and as he stared out the window, his eyes narrow into slits. But it wouldnt be helpful for me to turn around and hunt down those He didnt finish his sentence, looking away, struggling for a moment to control his anger again. At least, he continued, thats what Im trying to convince myself.Oh. The name seemed inadequate, but I couldnt think of a better response.We sat in silence again. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was past six-thirty.Jessica and Angela will be worried, I murmured. I was supposed to meet them.He started the engine without another word, turning around smoothly and speeding back toward town. We were under the streetlights in no time at all, still going too fast, interweave with ease through the cars slowly cruising the boardwalk. He parallel-parked against the curb in a space I would have thought much too small for the Volvo, but he slid in effortlessly in one try. I looked out the window to see the lights of La Bella Italia, and Jess and Angela just leaving, pacing uneasily away from us.How did you slam where ? I began, but then I just move my head. I heard the door open and turned to see him getting out.What are you doing? I asked.Im taking you to dinner. He smiled slightly, but his eyes were sound. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door. I fumbled with my seat belt, and then hurried to get out of the car as well. He was postponement for me on the sidewalk.He spoke before I could. Go stop Jessica and Angela before I have to track them down, too. I dont think I could give myself if I ran into your other friends again.I shivered at the threat in his voice.Jess Angela I yelled after them, waving when they turned. They rushed back to me, the pronounced relief on both their faces simultaneously changing to surprise as they saw who I was standing next to. They hesitated a few feet from us.Where have you been? Jessicas voice was suspicious.I got lost, I admitted sheepishly. And then I ran into Edward. I gestured toward him.Would it be all right if I joined you? he asked in his silken, irresistible voice. I could see from their staggered expressions that he had never unleashed his talents on them before.Er sure, Jessica blow overd.Um, actually, Bella, we already ate while we were waiting sorry, Angela confessed.Thats fine Im not hungry. I shrugged.I think you should eat something. Edwards voice was low, but full of authority . He looked up at Jessica and spoke slightly louder. Do you mind if I drive Bella category tonight? That way you wont have to wait while she eats.Uh, no problem, I guess She bit her lip, trying to figure out from my expression whether that was what I wanted. I winked at her. I wantednothing more than to be alone with my perpetual savior. There were so many questions that I couldnt pelt him with till we were by ourselves.Okay. Angela was quicker than Jessica. See you tomorrow, Bella Edward. She grabbed Jessicas hand and pulled her toward the car, which I could see a little ways away, parked across First Street. As they got in, Jess turned and waved, her face eager with curiosity. I waved back, waiting for them to drive away before I turned to face him.Honestly, Im not hungry, I insisted, looking up to scrutinize his face. His expression was unreadable.Humor me.He walked to the door of the restaurant and held it open with an obstinate expression. Obviously, there would be no further discussion. I walked past him into the restaurant with a resigned sigh.The restaurant wasnt crowded it was the off-season in Port Angeles. The host was female, and I understood the look in her eyes as she assessed Edward. She welcomed him a little more warmly than necessary. I was surprised by how much that bothered me. She was several inches taller than I was, and unnaturally blond.A turn off for two? His voice was alluring, whether he was aiming for that or not. I saw her eyes flicker to me and then away, satisfied by my obvious ordinariness, and by the cautious, no-contact space Edward kept between us. She led us to a table big enough for four in the center of the most crowded area of the dining floor.I was about to sit, but Edward shook his head at me.Perhaps something more private? he insisted quietly to the host. I wasnt sure, but it looked like he smoothly handed her a tip. Id never seen anyone traverse a table except in old movies.Sure. She sounded as surprised as I was. She turned and led us around a partition to a small ring of booths all of them empty. Hows this?Perfect. He flashed his intimation smile, dazing her momentarily.Um she shook her head, blinking your server will be right out. She walked away unsteadily.You really shouldnt do that to people, I criticized. Its terriblely fair.Do what?Dazzle them like that shes belike hyperventilating in the kitchen right now.He seemed confused.Oh, come on, I said dubiously. You have to know the effect you have on people.He angle his head to one side, and his eyes were curious. I dazzle people?You havent observe? Do you think everybody gets their way so easily?He treat my questions. Do I dazzle you? Frequently, I admitted.And then our server arrived, her face expectant. The hostess had definitely dished behind the scenes, and this new girl didnt look disappointed. She flipped a strand of short black hair behind one ear and smiled with unnecessary warmth.Hello. My name is Amber, and Ill be your server tonight. What can I getyou to drink? I didnt miss that she was speaking only to him.He looked at me.Ill have a Coke. It sounded like a question.Two Cokes, he said.Ill be right back with that, she assured him with another unnecessary smile. But he didnt see it. He was watching me.What? I asked when she left.His eyes stayed strict on my face. How are you feeling?Im fine, I replied, surprised by his intensity.You dont feel dizzy, sick, cold ?Should I?He chuckled at my puzzled tone.Well, Im actually waiting for you to go into shock. His face twisted up into that perfect crooked smile.I dont think that will happen, I said after I could breathe again. Ive always been very good at repressing unpleasant things.Just the same, Ill feel better when you have some sugar and food in you.Right on cue, the look appeared with our drinks and a basket of breadsticks. She stood with her back to me as she placed them on the table.Are you ready to order? she asked Edward.Bella? he asked. She tur ned unwillingly toward me.I picked the first thing I saw on the menu. Um Ill have the mushroom ravioli.And you? She turned back to him with a smile.Nothing for me, he said. Of course not.Let me know if you change your mind. The coy smile was still in place, but he wasnt looking at her, and she left dissatisfied.Drink, he ordered.I sipped at my soda obediently, and then drank more deeply, surprised by how thirsty I was. I realized I had finished the whole thing when he pushed his glass toward me. conveys, I muttered, still thirsty. The cold from the arctic soda was radiating through my chest, and I shivered.Are you cold?Its just the Coke, I explained, shivering again.Dont you have a jacket? His voice was disapproving.Yes. I looked at the empty bench next to me. Oh I left it in Jessicas car, I realized.Edward was shrugging out of his jacket. I suddenly realized that I had never once noticed what he was wearing not just tonight, but ever. I just couldnt seem to look away from his fa ce. I made myself look now, focusing. He was removing a light beige leather jacket now underneath hewore an ivory turtleneck sweater. It fit him snugly, stress how muscular his chest was.He handed me the jacket, interrupting my ogling.Thanks, I said again, skid my arms into his jacket. It was cold the way my jacket felt when I first picked it up in the morning, hanging in the drafty hallway. I shivered again. It smelled amazing. I inhaled, trying to identify the delicious scent. It didnt smell like cologne. The sleeves were much too long I shoved them back so I could free my hands.That color blue looks lovely with your skin, he said, watching me. I was surprised I looked down, flushing, of course.He pushed the bread basket toward me.Really, Im not going into shock, I protested.You should be a normal person would be. You dont even look shaken. He seemed unsettled. He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than Id ever seen them, lucky butterscotch.I feel very safe with you, I confessed, mesmerized into telling the truth again.That displeased him his alabaster brow furrowed. He shook his head, lour.This is more complicated than Id planned, he murmured to himself.I picked up a breadstick and began nibbling on the end, measuring his expression. I wondered when it would be okay to start questioning him. unremarkably youre in a better mood when your eyes are so light, I commented, trying to distract him from whatever thought had left him frowning and somber.He stared at me, stunned. What?Youre always crabbier when your eyes are black I expect it then, I went on. I have a theory about that.His eyes narrowed. More theories?Mm-hm. I chewed on a small bite of the bread, trying to look indifferent.I hope you were more creative this time or are you still stealing from fishy books? His faint smile was mocking his eyes were still tight.Well, no, I didnt get it from a comic book, but I didnt come up with it on my own, either, I confessed.And? he prompted.But then the waitress strode around the partition with my food. I realized wed been unconsciously leaning toward each other across the table, because we both straightened up as she approached. She set the dish in front of me it looked pretty good and turned quickly to Edward.Did you change your mind? she asked. Isnt there anything I can get you? I may have been imagining the double meaning in her words.No, thank you, but some more soda would be nice. He gestured with a long white hand to the empty cups in front of me.Sure. She removed the empty glasses and walked away.You were saying? he asked.Ill tell you about it in the car. If I paused.There are conditions? He raised one eyebrow, his voice ominous.I do have a few questions, of course.Of course.The waitress was back with two more Cokes. She sat them down without a word this time, and left again.I took a sip.Well, go ahead, he pushed, his voice still hard.I started with the most undemanding. Or so I thought. Why are y ou in Port Angeles?He looked down, folding his large hands unneurotic slowly on the table. His eyes flickered up at me from under his lashes, the lead story of a smirk on his face.Next.But thats the easiest one, I objected.Next, he repeated.I looked down, frustrated. I unrolled my silverware, picked up my fork, and guardedly speared a ravioli. I put it in my mouth slowly, still looking down, chewing while I thought. The mushrooms were good. I swallowed and took another sip of Coke before I looked up.Okay, then. I glared at him, and continued slowly. Lets say, hypothetically of course, that someone could know what people are thinking, read minds, you know with a few exceptions.Just one exception, he corrected, hypothetically. each(prenominal) right, with one exception, then. I was thrilled that he was playing along, but I tried to seem casual.How does that work? What are the limitations? How would that someone find someone else at exactly the right time? How would he know she was in trouble? I wondered if my convoluted questions even made sense.Hypothetically? he asked.Sure.Well, if that someoneLets call him Joe, I suggested.He smiled wryly. Joe, then. If Joe had been paying attention, the timing wouldnt have needed to be quite so exact. He shook his head, roster his eyes. Only you could get into trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know.We were speaking of a hypothetical case, I reminded him frostily.He laughed at me, his eyes warm.Yes, we were, he concord. Shall we call you Jane?How did you know? I asked, unable to curb my intensity. I realized I was leaning toward him again.He seemed to be wavering, torn by some internal dilemma. His eyes locked with mine, and I guessed he was making the decision right then whether or not to simply tell me the truth.You can trust me, you know, I murmured. I reached forward, withoutthinking, to match his folded hands, but he slid them away minutely, and I pulled my hand back.I dont know if I have a choice anymore. His voice was almost a whisper. I was wrong youre much more observant than I gave you character for.I thought you were always right.I used to be. He shook his head again. I was wrong about you on one other thing, as well. Youre not a magnet for accidents thats not a long enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous inwardly a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.And you put yourself into that category? I guessed.His face turned cold, expressionless. Unequivocally.I stretched my hand across the table again ignoring him when he pulled back slightly once more to touch the back of his hand shyly with my fingertips. His skin was cold and hard, like a stone.Thank you. My voice was fervent with gratitude. Thats twice now.His face softened. Lets not try for three, agreed?I scowled, but nodded. He moved his hand out from under mine, placing both of his under the table. But he le aned toward me.I followed you to Port Angeles, he admitted, speaking in a rush. Ive never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and its much more troublesome than I would have believed. But thats probably just because its you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes. He paused. I wondered if it should bother me that he was following me instead I felt a strange surge of pleasure. He stared, maybe wondering why my lips were trend into an involuntary smile.Did you ever think that maybe my number was up the first time, with the van, and that youve been interfering with fate? I speculated, distracting myself.That wasnt the first time, he said, and his voice was hard to hear. I stared at him in amazement, but he was looking down. Your number was up the first time I met you.I felt a spasm of fear at his words, and the abrupt memory of his violent black glare that first day but the overwhelming sense of prophylactic I felt in his presence stifle d it. By the time he looked up to read my eyes, there was no trace of fear in them.You remember? he asked, his angels face grave.Yes. I was cool it.And yet here you sit. There was a trace of disbelief in his voice he raised one eyebrow.Yes, here I sit because of you. I paused. Because somehow you knew how to find me today ? I prompted.He pressed his lips together, staring at me through narrowed eyes, deciding again. His eyes flashed down to my full plate, and then back to me.You eat, Ill talk, he bargained.I quickly scooped up another ravioli and popped it in my mouth.Its harder than it should be keeping track of you. Usually I can find someone very easily, once Ive heard their mind before. He looked at me anxiously, and I realized I had frozen. I made myself swallow, then stabbed another ravioli and tossed it in.I was keeping tabs on Jessica, not carefully like I said, only you could find trouble in Port Angeles and at first I didnt notice when you took off on your own. Then, w hen I realized that you werent with her anymore, I went looking for you at the bookstore I saw in her head. I could tell that you hadnt gone in, and that youd gone south and I knew you would have to turn around soon. So I was just waiting for you, randomly searching through the thoughts of people on the street to see if anyone had noticed you so I would know where you were. I had no primer to be worried but I was strangely anxious He was lost in thought, staring past me, seeing things I couldnt imagine.I started to drive in circles, still listening. The sun was finally setting, and I was about to get out and follow you on foot. And then - He stopped, clenching his teeth together in sudden fury. He made an effort to calm himself.Then what? I whispered. He continued to stare over my head.I heard what they were thinking, he growled, his upper lip curling slightly back over his teeth. I saw your face in his mind. He suddenly leaned forward, one elbow appearing on the table, his hand c overing his eyes. The movement was so swift it startled me.It was very hard you cant imagine how hard for me to simply take you away, and leave them alive. His voice was muffled by his arm. I could have let you go with Jessica and Angela, but I was afraid if you left me alone, I would go looking for them, he admitted in a whisper.I sat quietly, dazed, my thoughts incoherent. My hands were folded in my lap, and I was leaning weakly against the back of the seat. He still had his face in his hand, and he was as still as if hed been carved from the stone his skin resembled.Finally he looked up, his eyes seeking mine, full of his own questions.Are you ready to go home? he asked.Im ready to leave, I qualified, overly grateful that we had the hour-long ride home together. I wasnt ready to say goodbye to him.The waitress appeared as if shed been called. Or watching.How are we doing? she asked Edward.Were ready for the check, thank you. His voice was quiet, rougher, still reflecting the st rain of our conversation. It seemed to mess her. He looked up, waiting.S-sure, she stuttered. Here you go. She pulled a small leather folder from the front pocket of her black apron and handed it to him.There was a consign in his hand already. He slipped it into the folder and handed it right back to her.No change. He smiled. Then he stood up, and I scrambled awkwardly to my feet.She smiled invitingly at him again. You have a nice evening.He didnt look away from me as he thanked her. I suppressed a smile.He walked close beside me to the door, still careful not to touch me. I remembered what Jessica had said about her relationship with Mike, how they were almost to the first-kiss stage. I sighed. Edward seemed to hear me, and he looked down curiously. I looked at the sidewalk, grateful that he didnt seem to be able to know what I was thinking.He opened the passenger door, holding it for me as I stepped in, shutting it softly behind me. I watched him walk around the front of the car , amazed, yet again, by how graceful he was. I probably should have been used to that by now but I wasnt. I had a feeling Edward wasnt thekind of person anyone got used to.Once inside the car, he started the engine and turned the heater on high. It had gotten very cold, and I guessed the good weather was at an end. I was warm in his jacket, though, breathing in the scent of it when I thought he couldnt see.Edward pulled out through the traffic, apparently without a glance, flipping around to head toward the freeway.Now, he said significantly, its your turn.