The tile on the bathroom floor was cold, foreshadowing the temperature change my body was about to undergo.
I brought the tiny silver blade an inch above my pale wrist. I waited.
"Bella, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
His voice filled my head, making the room spin momentarily.
"Cutting my wrist," I answered calmly.
Edward growled, too shocked to say anything.
"You really should have known I would eventually come to this, Edward," I told him, slowly putting the blade against my wrist.
Edward roared.
I giggled.
"Fine. I have a challenge for you. If you can get to my house before I bring blood to the surface, I won't do it."
Edward didn't say anything.
After a long pause, he whispered, "I accept."