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Chapter 7
IforcedmyselftofocusonthetwomostvitalquestionsIhadtoanswer,butIdidsounwillingly.
First,IhadtodecideifitwaspossiblethatwhatJacobhadsaidabouttheCullenscouldbetrue.
Immediatelymymindrespondedwitharesoundingnegative.Itwassillyandmorbidtoentertainsuchridiculousnotions.Butwhat,then?Iaskedmyself.TherewasnorationalexplanationforhowIwasaliveatthismoment.IlistedagaininmyheadthethingsI’dobservedmyself:theimpossiblespeedandstrength,theeyecolorshiftingfromblacktogold
andbackagain,theinhumanbeauty,thepale,frigidskin.Andmore-smallthingsthatregisteredslowly-howtheyneverseemedtoeat,thedisturbinggracewithwhichtheymoved.Andthewaybe
sometimesspoke,withunfamiliarcadencesandphrasesthatbetterfitthestyleofaturn-of-the-centurynovelthanthatofatwenty-first-centuryclassroom.Hehadskippedclassthedaywe’ddonebloodtyping.Hehadn’tsaidnotothebeachtriptillheheardwhereweweregoing.Heseemedtoknowwhateveryonearoundhimwasthinking...exceptme.Hehadtoldmehewasthevillain,dangerous...
CouldtheCullensbevampires?
Well,theyweresomething.Somethingoutsidethepossibilityofrationaljustificationwastakingplaceinfrontofmyincredulouseyes.WhetheritbeJacob’scoldonesormyownsuperherotheory,EdwardCullenwasnot...human.Hewassomethingmore.
Sothen-maybe.Thatwouldhavetobemyanswerfornow.
Andthenthemostimportantquestionofall.
