“That’s what I thought；” he said； his face going calm again； but for the turbulent light in his eyes。
“I love you； Bella；” he murmured。
“I love you； Jacob；” I whispered brokenly。
He smiled。 “I know that better than you do。”
He turned to walk away。
“Anything；” I called after him in a strangled voice。 “Anything you want； Jacob。 Just don’t do this！”
He paused； turning slowly。
“I don’t really think you mean that。”
“Stay；” I begged。
He shook his head。 “No； I’m going。” He paused； as if deciding something。 “But I could leave it to fate。”
“What do you mean？” I choked out。
“I don’t have to do anything deliberate — I could just do my best for my pack and let what happens
happen。” He shrugged。 “If you could convince me you really did want me to e back — more than you
wanted to do the selfless thing。”
“How？” I asked。
“You could ask me；” he suggested。
“e back；” I whispered。 How could he doubt that I meant it？
He shook his head； smiling again。 “That’s not what I’m talking about。”
It took me a second to grasp what he was saying； and all the while he was looking at me with this superior
expression — so sure of my reaction。 As soon as the realization hit； though； I blurted out the words without
stopping to count the cost。
“Will you kiss me； Jacob？”
His eyes widened in surprise； then narrowed suspiciously。 “You’re bluffing。”
“Kiss me； Jacob。 Kiss me； and then e back。”
He hesitated in the shadow； warring with himself。 He halfturned again to the west； his torso twisting away
from me while his feet stayed planted where they were。 Still looking away； he took one uncertain step in my
direction； and then another。 He swung his face around to look at me； his eyes doubtful。
I stared back。 I had no idea what expression was on my face。
Jacob rocked back on his heels； and then lurched forward； closing the distance between us in three long
strides。
I knew he would take advantage of the situation。 I expected it。 I held very still — my eyes closed； my
fingers curled into fists at my sides — as his hands caught my face and his lips found mine with an eagerness
that was not far from violence。
I could feel his anger as his mouth discovered my passive resistance。 One hand moved to the nape of my
neck； twisting into a fist around the roots of my hair。 The other hand grabbed roughly at my shoulder； shaking
me； then dragging me to him。 His hand continued down my arm； finding my wrist and pulling my arm up
around his neck。 I left it there； my hand still tightly balled up； unsure how far I could go in my desperation to
keep him alive。 All the while his lips； disconcertingly soft and warm； tried to force a response out of mine。
As soon as he was sure I wouldn’t drop my arm； he freed my wrist； his hand feeling its way down to my
waist。 His burning hand found the skin at the small of my back； and he yanked me forward； bowing my body
against his。
His lips gave up on mine for a moment； but I knew he was nowhere close to finished。 His mouth followed
the line of my jaw； and then explored the length of my neck。 He freed my hair； reaching for my other arm to
draw it around his neck like the first。
Then both of his arms were constricted around my waist； and his lips found my ear。
“You can do better than this； Bella；” he whispered huskily。 “You’re overthinking it。”
I shivered as I felt his teeth graze my earlobe。
“That’s right；” he murmured。 “For once； just let yourself feel what you feel。”
I shook my head mechanically until one of his hands wound back into my hair and stopped me。
His voice turned acidic。 “Are you sure you want me to e back？ Or did you really want me to die？”
Anger rocked through me like the whiplash after a heavy punch。 That was too much — he wasn’t fighting
fair。
My arms were already around his neck； so I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair — ignoring the stabbing pain
in my right hand — and fought back； struggling to pull my face away from his。
And Jacob misunderstood。
He was too strong to recognize that my hands； trying to yank his hair out by the roots； meant to cause him
pain。 Instead of anger； he imagined passion。 He thought I was finally responding to him。
With a wild gasp； he brought his mouth back to mine； his fingers clutching frantically against the skin at my
waist。
The jolt of anger unbalanced my tenuous hold on selfcontrol； his unexpected； ecstatic response overthrew
it entirely。 If there had been only triumph； I might have been able to resist him。 But the utter defenselessness of
his sudden joy cracked my determination； disabled it。 My brain disconnected from my body； and I was kissing
him back。 Against all reason； my lips were movingwith his in strange； confusing ways they’d never moved
before — because I didn’t have to be careful with Jacob； and he certainly wasn’t being careful with me。
My fingers tightened in his hair； but I was pulling him closer now。
He was everywhere。 The piercing sunlight turned my eyelids red； and the color fit； matched the heat。 The
heat was everywhere。 I couldn’t see or hear or feel anything that wasn’t Jacob。
The tiny piece of my brain that retained sanity screamed questions at me。
Why wasn’t I stopping this？ Worse than that； why couldn’t I find inmyself even the desire to want to
stop？ What did it mean that I didn’t want him to stop？ That my hands clung to his shoulders； and liked that
they were wide and strong？ That his hands pulled me too tight against his body； and yet it was not tight enough
for me？
The questions were stupid； because I knew the answer： I’d been lying to myself。
Jacob was right。 He’d been right all along。 He was more than just my friend。 That’s why it was so
impossible to tell him goodbye — because I was in love with him。 Too。 I loved him； much more than I should；
and yet； still nowhere near enough。 I was in love with him； but it was not enough to change anything； it was
only enough to hurt us both more。 To hurt him worse than I ever had。
I didn’t care about more than that — than his pain。 I more than deserved whatever pain this caused me。 I
hoped it was bad。 I hoped I would really suffer。
In this moment； it felt as though we were the same person。 His pain had always been and would always be
my pain — now his joy was my joy。 I felt joy； too； and yet his happiness was somehow also pain。 Almost
tangible — it burned against my skin like acid； a slow torture。
For one brief； neverending second； an entirely different path expanded behind the lids of my tearwet
eyes。 As if I were looking through the filter of Jacob’s thoughts； I could see exactly what I was going to give
up； exactly what this new selfknowledge would not save me from losing。 I could see Charlie and Renée
mixed into a strange collage with Billy and Sam and La Push。 I could see years passing； and meaning
something as they passed； changing me。 I could see the enormous redbrown wolf that I loved； always
standing as protector if I needed him。 For the tiniest fragment of that second； I saw the bobbing heads of two
small； blackhaired children； running away from me into the familiar forest。 When they disappeared； they took
the rest of the vision with them。
And then； quite distinctly； I felt the splintering along the fissure line in my heart as the smaller part
wrenched itself away from the whole。
Jacob’s lips were still before mine were。 I opened my eyes and he was staring at me with wonder and
elation。
“I have to leave；” he whispered。
“No。”
He smiled； pleased by my response。 “I won’t be long；” he promised。 “But one thing first 。 。 。”
He bent to kiss me again； and there was no reason to resist。 What would be the point？
This time was different。 His hands were soft on my face and his warm lips were gentle； unexpectedly
hesitant。 It was brief； and very； very sweet。
His arms curled around me； and he hugged me securely while he whispered in my ear。
“That should have been our first kiss。 Better late than never。”
Against his chest； where he couldn’t see； the tears welled up and spilled over。
24。 SNAP DECISION
I LAY FACEDOWN ACROSS THE SLEEPING BAG； WAITING for justice to find me。 Maybe an avalanche would bury
me here。 I wished it would。 I never wanted to have to see my face in the mirror again。
There was no sound to warn me。 Out of nowhere； Edward’s cold hand stroked against my knotted hair。 I
shuddered guiltily at his touch。
“Are you all right？” he murmured； his voice anxious。
“No。 I want to die。”
“That will never happen。 I won’t allow it。”
I groaned and then whispered； “You might change your mind about that。”
“Where’s Jacob？”
“He went to fight；” I mumbled into the floor。
Jacob had left the little camp joyfully — with a cheerful “I’ll be right back” — running full tilt for the
clearing； already quivering as he prepared to shift to his other self。 By now the whole pack knew everything。
Seth Clearwater； pacing outside the tent； was an intimate witness to my disgrace。
Edward was silent for a long moment。 “Oh；” he finally said。
The tone of his voice worried me that my