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Chapter 3
"Itrailedoff,tryingtoclearmyhead,getmybearings."Howdidyougetoverheresofast?"
"Iwasstandingrightnexttoyou,Bella,"hesaid,histoneseriousagain.
Iturnedtositup,andthistimeheletme,releasinghisholdaroundmywaistandslidingasfarfrommeashecouldinthelimitedspace.Ilookedathisconcerned,innocentexpressionandwasdisorientedagainbytheforceofhisgold-coloredeyes.WhatwasIaskinghim?
Andthentheyfoundus,acrowdofpeoplewithtearsstreamingdowntheirfaces,shoutingateachother,shoutingatus.
"Don’tmove,"someoneinstructed.
"GetTyleroutofthevan!"someoneelseshouted.
Therewasaflurryofactivityaroundus.Itriedtogetup,butEdward’scoldhandpushedmyshoulderdown.
"Juststayputfornow."
"Butit’scold,"Icomplained.Itsurprisedmewhenhechuckledunderhisbreath.Therewasanedgetothesound.
"Youwereoverthere,"Isuddenlyremembered,andhischucklestoppedshort."Youwerebyyourcar."
Hisexpressionturnedhard."No,Iwasn’t."
"Isawyou."Allarounduswaschaos.Icouldhearthegruffervoicesofadultsarrivingonthescene.ButIobstinatelyheldontoourargument;Iwasright,andhewasgoingtoadmitit.
"Bella,Iwasstandingwithyou,andIpulledyououtoftheway."Heunleashedthefull,devastatingpowerofhiseyesonme,asiftryingtocommunicatesomethingcrucial.
"No."Isetmyjaw.
Thegoldinhiseyesblazed."Please,Bella."
"Why?"Idemanded.
"Trustme,"hepleaded,hissoftvoiceoverwhelming.
Icouldhearthesirensnow.
