A second was all it took to change everything.
A second was all it took for Samantha Wells to open the door, place a signed tardy slip in the basket by the door, and hurry out again. A second was all it took for the sudden gust of wind through the open door to crash into me. A second was all it took for me to realize why that first person through the door had not interrupted me with her thoughts.
A second was all it took for me to break Mrs. Cope's neck.
The smell of her blood saturated every particle of air in the tiny, hot room. She gasped, and my throat was in flames.
I turned around before she could start moving. Another second, and my lips and teeth were on Bella Swan's throat.
She whimpered.
But that was all, and I drained the sweetest nectar I'd ever tasted in my existence.