Morte
How could this happen?
Bella was pregnant.
Something was going to gnaw through her from the inside out.
Something horrendous.
Morte
As we flew out of Isle Esme, all I could think of was what that diminutive woman was screaming at me, furious for what I have bestowed on my Bella.
"Death," She spoke.
A single word.
A single syllable.
Morte
How could this be?
We were released from the airport.
Bella bolted from my side, and before I could catch her,
She dived into Rosalie's open arms.
Rosalie!
Why?
How could she?
A vampire baby?
Morte
No! I could not blame her.
I had to blame myself.
Only me.
Morte
