"Absolutely not," said Edward. He was sitting on the leather couch in his room with his arms crossed. "You are not going to confront Wick tonight."

"I have to Edward!" Bella pleaded. She had followed Alice home in her ancient truck. "Something bad is going to happen. It's going to happen tonight. He's going to do something to Mike."

"What happens to Mike is none of my business Bella," he said. "However, what happens to you is."

"Mike is our friend!" she cried. "And you're going to let him walk into the hands of someone as dangerous as Wick?"

"Wick VanAlton is mysterious, powerful and potentially dangerous. We don't know what his true motives are."

"Who cares about his motives!" Bella screamed. She was beginning to work herself into a grade-a frenzy. "I don't care if this is all part of some hare-brained scheme to save the starving children in Africa, the ends do not, in this case, justify the means! He's getting inside our heads and planting things there! At the very least, he is putting me at risk of concussion every time he sends me a card!"

"Yes," said Edward calmly. "And he also said that he wasn't aware that the cards were causing you to slip into an unconscious state. You yourself said he was extremely apologetic."

"Anyone can apologize and sound like they mean it," Bella retorted. "And since when did you become so passive about my safety? What happened to my psycho-vampire man who would fight through an army of wild vampires to save my life?"

Edward turned and looked out the window. For a minute he was in another place and time. He saw the naked goddess with the two jugs. He remembered her words: trust in what will be.

"I don't know," he said. "I just have a feeling that you'll be okay. I'm going to trust in what will be."

Bella stared at him. "See what I'm saying about concussions? You hit your head when that card put you to sleep, didn't you?"

Edward got up and took Bella's hand in his. "I don't want you to get hurt, and even though I don't think Wick wants to hurt you, until we can understand how he works I can't let you take that chance."

Bella sighed. "Alright," she said. "Then at least promise me that you'll come over tonight."

"You can bet on it," Edward said. "If you think I can trust you not to sneak off then you don't know yourself very well."

Bella stuck her tongue out at him then kissed his cheek. Without another word she left the room. When he was sure that her truck had pulled out of the driveway and down the road, Edward went into the bathroom to look and the mirror. His eyes still had flecks of blue.

Bella closed the door to her room. There on the bed was a tarot card, lying face down. She had taken a chance on the card being there. It was a key part of the plan she had formulated on the car ride home and her gamble had paid off. Now there was only one more chance she had to take before the night was over.

Very carefully Bella picked up the card so as not to turn it over. She then placed it face down on the top of her dresser. Now she just had to wait.

Hours later, after she had made dinner for Charlie and herself, Edward slipped through Bella's bedroom window. She was waiting for him on the bed.

"What's the matter?" he asked after seeing the look on her face.

"You know I love you, right Edward?" she asked.

"Of course," he replied. She sighed and looked at her hands. Then she got up and walked over to the dresser.

"I want to show you something. But you have to close your eyes." He frowned slightly. "Close them!" she insisted. He obeyed.

Bella quickly grabbed the tarot card from the dresser and held it in front of Edward's face. "Open your eyes," she said. Edward opened his eyes and gasped. Number eighteen… The Moon. Before Edward could react further the world went black and he crumpled to the floor. Bella leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"I'm sorry," she said. Then, she grabbed a flashlight and slipped out the window and into the night.