I realized slowly that his words should frighten me. I waited for that fear to come, but all I could seem to feel was an ache for his pain.

It was like the first day of school all over again.

He’d said that the Cullens didn’t come here, but his tone had implied something more — that they weren’t allowed; they were prohibited.

I couldn’t think of an acceptable response to that, but I filed it carefully away for future study. I tried to refocus. I wasn’t ready to let him be finished, now that he was finally explaining things.

Are you trying to kill us?

No one has tried to do away with me today.

I didn’t want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I quickly made new plans.

He wished he hadn’t pulled me from the path of Tyler’s van — there was no other conclusion I could come to.

The dark Edward in my dream last night was a reflection only of my fear of the word Jacob had spoken, and not Edward himself.

I told you, it doesn’t matter what you are. It’s too late.