He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I’d ever seen them, golden butterscotch.

Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction.

I had been vacillating during the last month between Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker. There was no way I was going to own up to that.

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.

I knew he thought it was fear that upset me, and I was grateful again that I was the one person whose mind he couldn’t hear.

It was hard to keep up — his sudden mood changes left me always a step behind, dazed.

Are you referring to the fact that I can’t walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over? - Bella Swan

We’re a bit sensitive to blood around here.I’m sure you can understand that. - Bella Swan

Suddenly the sidewalk disappeared from beneath me. My eyes flew open in shock. Edward had scooped me up in his arms, as easily as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and ten.

The place was nearly filled — Spanish had made us late — but there was no sign of Edward or any of his family. Desolation hit me with crippling strength.