So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler’s van didn’t do the job?

His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be.

I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.

Clearly, today was going to be nightmarish.

Do I react badly?

I can’t explain it right… but he’s even more unbelievable behind the face.

I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. - Bella Swan

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasn’t the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard.

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting.