He raised his free hand and placed it gently on the side of my neck. I sat very still, the chill of his touch a natural warning — a warning telling me to be terrified. But there was no feeling of fear in me. There were, however, other feelings…

I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just seen — a solution that excluded the assumption that I was insane.

It felt like the heat of my anger should physically burn him, but he only seemed more amused.

I’m trying to figure out what you are.

This isn’t about them. This is about Bella. She has never been the one for you, she had never chosen you, but you continue to destroy your life for her!

Sam Uley, Breaking Dawn

He’s telling everyone that he’s taking me to prom — either he’s insane or he’s still trying to make up for almost killing me last… well, you remember it, and he thinks prom is somehow the correct way to do this. So I figure if I endanger his life, then we’re even, and he can’t keep trying to make amends.

I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot.

He flashed a brilliant smile, looking at me appreciatively in a way I was learning to recognize.

It’s wrong. It’s not safe. I’m dangerous, Bella — please, grasp that.

Stupid, unreliable vampire.