"Caroline," Emmett tried to reason with the blonde. "I'm married to Rose and-"
"Rosalie can suck it!" She interrupted, huffing and stomping her foot like a spoiled child. "You're my mate. You should be with me."
He sighed inwardly. Why was it he always got the testy blondes? Maybe he should go for a brunette like Edward and Jasper.
He sneaked a glance at Caroline's perfect figure and shook his head. Nah.
"I'm your mate, you said so yourself," Caroline continued. "And we being together is like trying to defy gravity. So we have to be together."
What she said was true. He could feel It deep down to his bones. Caroline was his true mate, not Rosalie and denying that would be like denying his vampire nature. He wanted, needed Caroline. He was hers and she was his whether either of them liked it or not.
"Rosalie can suck it," Caroline repeated, encircling his waist with her pale arms. "Cause you and I, we're meant to be."
He smiled down at her. "You're mine, right?"
She nodded, smiling. "And you're mine."