Chapter 3
"Bella?" I heard Edward's voice in my ear.
"Grace?" I murmured. The last thing I remember was falling down and hitting my head on the floor when Edward told me that grace was gone.
"Don't worry, love. We'll get her back."
"Why didn't Alice-"
"See her?" Edward finished for me. "Well, it appears that Jane got acquainted with some of your-Quileute friends-down in La Push."
"What!?!?!" I screamed. I was no longer dizzy. I was furious.
"It seems that Jacob Black-" Edward growled when he said the name "-never got over the fact that, well, he never got over you. Or that you missed Billy's funeral. Or that you picked me instead of him. Or that you let me turn you into one of us."
"So he felt the need to kidnap my daughter?!"
"No. it was all Jane's-well, actually, it was Aro's idea, but that's beside the point. She didn't let in what was going on, so Jacob went along with it. He didn't know she was our daughter." Edward's voice was so soothing, I didn't trust him.
I thought for a moment. "You're lying. He knew she was our daughter, but he still did it. I want to know why!" He hesitated. "Alice will tell me." I frequently used that phrase when Edward didn't tell me what I wanted to know. It had the result I was hoping for.
"Fine," he said, sighing. Probably wondering why he always gave in to my torture. "Jane used her power on him."
I shook my head. It couldn't be. "Are you sure?"
He nodded.
Then something occurred to me. "How do you know? Isn't Jane back in Italy by now?"
Edward nodded again, wary. "Yes, but-"
"But what?"
"Jacob isn't."
I waited, but got no further answer. "I don't understand."
A long moment passed before he finally said, "doesn't this house smell a little-strange?"
I sniffed and nodded, not sure what this had to do with anything. In fact, the house smelled like a greasy, slimy dog bath. I gasp. A greasy, slimy- "Jacob's still here?"
Edward nodded. "He's outside, waiting to talk to you."