You Speak As If A War Were

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

"victoria?" She Hissed. "laurent?" I Nodded, A Teensy Bit Alarmed By The Expression In Her Black Eyes. I Pointed At My Chest. "danger Magnet, Remember?"

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

It Was Sort Of The Pattern To My Life - I'd Never Been Strong Enough To Deal With The Things Outside My Control, To Attack The Enemies Or Outrun Them. To Avoid The Pain. Always Human And Weak, The Only Thing I'd Ever Been Able To Do Was Keep Going. Endure. Survive.

And Then I Saw The Way He Looked At Her... Like He Was A Blind Man, Seeing The Sun For The Very First Time.