I couldn't believe it! It was bad enough that all the boys were drooling over this new girl. This plain, inconsequential new shiny toy. But did Edward have to fall completely apart over her, too? He thought it was just the thirst controlling his desire. That, and the fact that her's was the only mind he couldn't read. I knew better, though. He looked at her in a way that he had never looked at me, his intended bride. Sure, I didn't want him. I had Emmett and he was more than enough man for me. But it had always stung that Edward had turned his nose up at me from the moment we met. Or from the moment he saw me, I guess, as I wasn't in the position to actually meet him yet, with the burning fire pulsing through my veins and all. But it still stung that he saw this simple, bare little child more attractive than he ever found me. And I wasn't used to being one-upped on beauty. If Edward had reacted as every other man had. How dare he snub me.

And then there's the matter of our family secret. How far does he think he can go with her? Does he really think that she can fall in love with him? Does he seriously expect that we would all be accepting of her? She's not one of us and could never know who we really are. The monster inside us. The monster that steals our hunger and creates a thirst. The monster that takes over our bodies and molds us into unchanging creatures. The monster that steals the babies of our dreams. Does he really think he can live happily ever after with a human without turning her into a monster, too? That she would allow him?

But, for now, all he thinks is that he has to control his bloodlust. If only it were that simple. The thick, ignorant fool! He'll end up exposing us all in his nonsensicality. He's run away, leaving us to try and keep Esme's heart together as she mourns the loss of one of her "sons". He's her favorite, how did he think he could leave without it tearing her apart? The jackass. He tries to pretend like he doesn't know how they dote over him, how he is like their prodigal son. When he returns, they will rejoice as if he had been gone for centuries, when I doubt he'll last more than a few weeks. I think the guys will be betting on him soon. My Emmett loves to bet. They'll bet on how long he'll last in Denali, I'm sure. But if they start betting on how long until he takes her life, I'll be sure to join. I'd love to get in on that one. I wish he'd just drink her and get it over with...