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           Ikeptmyexpressionfirmlyundercontrol,expectingtheswiftflashofhiseyestojudgemyreactionthatsoonfollowed.Myfacegavenothingaway.

           Butoureyesheld,andthesilencedeepened-andchanged.FlickersoftheelectricityI’dfeltthisafternoonbegantochargetheatmosphereashegazedunrelentinglyintomyeyes.Itwasn’tuntilmyheadstartedtoswimthatIrealizedIwasn’tbreathing.WhenIdrewinajaggedbreath,breakingthestillness,heclosedhiseyes.

           "Bella,Ithinkyoushouldgoinsidenow."Hislowvoicewasrough,hiseyesonthecloudsagain.

           Iopenedthedoor,andthearcticdraftthatburstintothecarhelpedclearmyhead.AfraidImightstumbleinmywoozystate,Isteppedcarefullyoutofthecarandshutthedoorbehindmewithoutlookingback.Thewhiroftheautomaticwindowunrollingmademeturn.

           "Oh,Bella?"hecalledafterme,hisvoicemoreeven.Heleanedtowardtheopenwindowwithafaintsmileonhislips.

           "Yes?"

           "Tomorrowit’smyturn."

           "Yourturntowhat?"

           Hesmiledwider,flashinghisgleamingteeth."Askthequestions."

           Andthenhewasgone,thecarspeedingdownthestreetanddisappearingaroundthecornerbeforeIcouldevencollectmythoughts.IsmiledasIwalkedtothehouse.Itwasclearhewasplanningtoseemetomorrow,ifnothingelse.

           ThatnightEdwardstarredinmydreams,asusual.However,theclimateofmyunconsciousnesshadchanged.Itthrilledwiththesameelectricitythathadchargedtheafternoon,andItossedandturnedrestlessly,wakingoften.