If Edward was a vampire — I could hardly make myself think the words — then what should I do? Involving someone else was definitely out. I couldn’t even believe myself; anyone I told would have me committed.

We’re usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you.

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.

I was sure, though, in the instant our eyes met, that he didn’t look harsh or unfriendly as he had the last time I’d seen him. He looked merely curious again, unsatisfied in some way.

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.

It’s harder than it should be — keeping track of you. Usually I can find someone very easily, once I’ve heard their mind before.

I don’t know how you’re brave enough to be alone with him.

He’s so… intimidating. I wouldn’t know what to say to him.

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.