"Oh, Bella!"

Kit emerged from her bedroom, bags all packed just in time to see Alice practically tackle Bella, pulling her into a fierce and tight hug.

Meanwhile, Bella looked completely bewildered, unsure of what to do, her arms hung loosely.

"Um…" Bella mumbled.

"I just love you a lot," Alice said, "You're my best friend."

"You're my best friend too," Bella promised. She still looked uncomfortably, "Er, I-I finished my letter. Will you-

"There's been a change of plans," Jasper interrupted, causing Bella to look up, "Edward is going to take you and Kit somewhere. And the rest of us are going to go to the dance studio and ambush James there," he turned to Kit, "Rosalie will stay to ensure the safety of your family and Esme yours, Bella," he turned to address her again, "Understood?"

Bella, seeming to have registered Jasper's words, panicked and tore herself out of Alice's arms.

"What?" she cried, "No, you can't!"

"Shhh, Bella," Alice hushed, touching her face, "It's going to be all right. With all of us there, we'll take care of him easily. The female too if she's with him. We'll save your mom—and she'll be safe, I can promise you that."

Bella gnawed on her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, "Y-you saw," she accused.

Alice nodded, her facial expression giving away nothing, "I did."

Tears spilled over onto Bella's cheeks which Alice quickly wiped away.

"B-but my…mom," Bella protested weakly.

Deciding to be somewhat useful, Kit silently went to Bella's room to get her bags. She looped them all through her arms and grabbed the sealed envelope that was on the dresser, taking her time in order to give the three some privacy.

"Are you ready to go, Kit?" Alice asked as soon as she had reappeared.

Kit nodded and Bella sniffled loudly, going forward to get her bags from Kit's hands.

"T-thank you," she stuttered, "Oh, my letter. I guess I won't be needing it, now."

"Are you ready to go, Kit?" this time, it was Jasper who asked.

"Yes," Kit nodded, "I'm ready."

Bags in tow, the four left the hotel, Alice and Jasper standing too close, their dark eyes darting to Bella every two seconds as if waiting for her to escape. They made it to the car without incident and Kit climbed into the passenger seat, Bella sat in the back with Alice. She was crying again, scared for her mother's life.

It didn't take long to drive to the airport, Alice having tactically picked a hotel near one just in case.

"They'll be landing at terminal four," Jasper said, "Ah, Kit, I've fixed your phone," he handed it to her, "There won't be any more problems. You can call your family once we're settled."

"Thank you," Kit said sincerely, unbuckling her seat belt. She didn't ask what had happened to it, "I really appreciate it."

Jasper gave a curt nod, waiting for Alice to help Bella out of the car. They were leaving the bags behind, knowing both Edward and Emmett had gotten the ones the girls had left in their vehicles.

"Lead the way, Bella," Alice said, "We have to follow you."

Bella shuffled along. They had parked on the fourth floor of the huge garage.

"Are you okay, Kit?" Alice asked, oddly close.

"I'm fine," Kit replied, confused to why Alice was asking, "Thanks, Alice."

"Of course," Alice smiled, touching her arm, "You're family."

Bella led them to an elevator, which they took down to level three where the passengers unloaded.

"I'm sorry, Bella," Kit looped her arm with Bella's as she walked beside her, "I know this is really scary. I know you've been told a thousand times that it's going to be okay, but it will be."

Bella shrugged and nodded at the same time, sniffling.

Kit bit her lip, deciding to take a different approach, "Do you guys get along? You and your mom?"

"Yeah," Bella mused, a sad smile twitching her lips, "We're each others best friends, though I haven't talked to her much since coming to Forks," her lips quivered, but she continued, "She was more like the child and I was the mother," she chuckled, a sad sound, "But we got along. She can be really…scatterbrained, sometimes and I always had to remind her of stuff. I-I love her very much."

"It sounds like it," Kit said. They took a seat in the long rows of chairs by the metal detectors, "She loves you too."

"Yeah…" Bella drawled, looking up when Alice and Jasper moved.

"Stay. Here," Alice said firmly, her and Jasper going off to look at the departing flights board.

Kit could hear them discussing the pros and cons of New York, Atlanta, and Chicago. Is that where they would be going?

She exhaled softly and pulled out her phone, exiting text messages so that she could open a new one. She wanted to call her parents, but didn't want to be inconsiderate or rude considering Bella's situation.

'Hi,' she typed, 'Sorry I haven't been in contact. We've all been really busy. It's a lot of fun and I miss you all. I love you and I'll see you soon. Be safe. Xoxo.'

She sent the text message and fiddled with her phone. Inside her mind, she debated with herself on whether or not to look through her emails and text messages. It wasn't a good idea, she knew that and they always said the same things, but there was always apart of her that wanted to look—to know what the four girls thought about her.

In the end, she pocketed her cell phone, leaning her head on Bella's shoulder who scooted closer to Kit, sighing heavily. Bella started bouncing her leg and Kit could feel the vibrations.

"You'll get to see Emmett for a bit," Bella started.

Kit's heart warmed and she couldn't help but smile, "Yes, I will and you'll get to be with Edward."

"I miss him more than anything," Bella admitted, "Kit?" she suddenly asked.

"Mhm?" Kit hummed.

"I'm really sorry…" Bella flushed dark red, "About that one day. You know, when you drove me home."

"That's okay," Kit forgave her easily, "I'm sorry too."

"You don't need to apologize," Bella mumbled, "I know—I was angry, but I guess I understand. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Thanks, Bella," another smile twitched Kit's lips.

Eventually Alice and Jasper sat down and joined them, pretending to people-watch, but really watching Kit and Bella.

'Please let Bella's mom be okay,' Kit thought, 'I bet she's a good person and Bella loves her a lot. Please let her be okay, they need each other.'

"Would you two like something to eat?" Alice asked, grabbing their attention.

Kit lifted her head, her eyes darting around the crowded airport and she wondered how packed it would be near the food court.

"How can she walk?" Lauren mumbled, just loud enough for Kit to hear, "She weighs a ton."

Jessica laughed, "Every time she walks there's an earthquake happening somewhere else."

'When did I eat last?' Kit thought, biting her lip, 'Stupid blood sugar…' she grumbled inside her head, 'Prone to hypoglycemia…ugh.'

"Sure," she finally said, "Let's get breakfast."

"Are you coming, Bella?" Alice asked, taking Kit's hand and pulling her to her feet, "You should eat something too."

"I guess," Bella mumbled, standing. It would pass the time until she got to see Edward.

Alice smiled, clearly satisfied, but her smile faltered when she saw Bella hesitate, "What is it?"

"Do you mind if Jasper comes instead?" Bella asked, twiddling her thumbs. She looked back at the blonde when he stood up, "I-I'm feeling a little…"

"Sure," Alice let go of Kit's hand, narrowing her eyes, "Don't try anything funny! I'll be watching," her eyes scrutinized Kit for a brief second, then she went to take a seat, still eyeing them.

Jasper's hand held Bella's wrist, his other hand on the small of Kit's back, walking silently beside the two.

"What kind of food did you want?" Jasper asked as they approached the first few airport cafes.

"I guess this is fine," Bella gestured to some kind of French bakery and Jasper led them over.

"Order," he said curtly.

"Hello," a perky blonde smiled warmly, "What can I get for you?"

Emmett tensed in anxiousness when the tires of the plane hit the runway. He had spent the entire flight fidgeting, sighing, and grumbling under his breath with his anticipation to see Kit. He had very high doubts that being stuck on this piece of metal machinery was faster than running.

"It is," Edward mumbled, looking just as anxious.

Emmett rolled his eyes, finally allowed to power on the phone he had. He hadn't been able to talk to Kit once and that only served to make him more nervous. He hoped that she was all right. He had no doubt that Jasper and Alice had kept his mate out of danger, but he had seen how troubled Kit looked when she was forced to take her cellphone.

Much to his displeasure, it was Edward who was going to travel with Kit and Bella—take them far away until Bella's mother was rescued and he wished he could tag along, but knew he was needed. Most likely, he would be the one to rip James apart…and he would enjoy it. Hopefully, the female would be there too. That would be more fun and he would relish in harming anyone who threatened his mate's safety…with Kit's permission, of course. She was just as sensitive as Carlisle when it came to harming others.

As passengers gathered their belongings, Emmett with his brother and father in tow and carry-ons in hand, they walked quickly to the door that would lead them to the gate where hopefully Kit was waiting. Oh, and the others. Yeah, them too.

People stared, of course. Not only were they abnormally beautiful, but Emmett was sure they looked odd with their long pants and long-sleeves. Carlisle even sported a dark turtleneck, as their skin needed to be as covered as possible.

Edward, and Emmett in particular, were carrying girl's luggage bags, Emmett's spotted with leopard print. It had been in the back of his Jeep. Yes, they were all quite a sight.

Hot air hit Emmett from all sides as he stepped into the airport and he looked around the crowd of people, eyes narrowed.

"They're over here," Edward walked off, faster than he should have.

"Careful, Edward," Carlisle reprimanded.

Emmett could see Kit easily. She sat next to Bella in a long row of chairs, her head resting on Bella's shoulder. Her eyes were closed and he automatically began to worry. Had Kit not been sleeping? Was she sick?

"Edward!" Bella cried, tears welling up.

Kit shot up, startled and her eyes went to the side before landing on him, widening drastically. She got up and ran forward.

He grinned, meeting her halfway before she jumped into his arms.

"Emmett!" she cried softly.

'She's thinner,' was the first thought that went through Emmett's mind when he picked her up, spinning her in a circle before he set her on her feet.

"Hey, baby," he greeted, easily, kissing the top of her head, "Miss me?"

"Yes, o-of course, h-hi," Kit said shakily, eyes scanning as if she could find an injury, "Hey, hello. You're okay!"

"'Course," Emmett grinned, "What? You thought I'd be taken out that easily?" he smiled when she tilted her face up, "I'm offended."

"I'm so sorry," Kit quipped sarcastically, "I don't know what I was thinking," she paused and bit her lip, "I was worried. I missed you."

"I missed you too," he pressed a light kiss to her lips, chuckling when she blushed.

'She's pale too,' he thought, tracing one of the bags under her eyes with his thumb.

"I'm fine," Kit said, having seen the look on his face. She caught his hand, lowering it from her face, "Just tired."

Emmett nodded absently. How long had he been gone? Only two days. It wasn't possible to lose weight in that short of a time, was it? Perhaps he had only noticed because of his enhanced senses. It was easier to pick up on stuff like that.

"Emmett," Alice called for his attention.

Emmett released Kit from his arms and he wrapped one around her waist, leading her to join the small group.

"We're all taking the car," Alice gestured to herself, Jasper, Carlisle and Emmett, "Rose and Esme are still in Forks. Edward, you're taking Bella and Kit."

Bella whimpered.

"Everything is going to be okay, Bella," Carlisle assured her with a soft smile, "Your mother will be safe."

"Okay," Bella whispered, glancing up at Edward.

"Let's go, then," Alice chirped.

Emmett sighed, looking down at Kit, then at Edward.

'Keep an eye on my girl, for me, kid,' he demanded in a threatening tone, 'She might be getting sick.'

"I'll make sure she's safe," Edward said, in a voice only he could hear.

Emmett eyed his brother warily for a long moment, but Edward didn't acknowledge it.

"Kit?" Emmett moved her a few feet away, "I have to go."

Kit blinked at him, "Okay. Are Rosalie and Esme all right?"

"Yes, they're doing well," Emmett said, "Neither have been harmed," he paused, looking her over again, "Are you sure you're all right? You look pale and your blood smells a little off," he kept his voice light, not wanting to come off too intense or be overheard.

"I'm fine," Kit mumbled, looking away from him, "Just worried."

He brought one of his hands up, cupping Kit's cheek, "You sure?" he asked quietly.

Kit stared at Emmett for a long time. So long, that it began to unnerve him and he almost called over Carlisle, when finally, she blinked.

"…I'm fine," she said, eyebrows drawing together.

"I love you," he reminded her gently, smoothing his thumb over her cheekbone.

The faintest of smiles twitched Kit's pink lips and her green eyes lit up. She let out a long rush of air, the heat of it drifting over his skin. It was time to part ways. Hopefully, for the last time.

"I love you too," she declared, leaning into his touch, "Very much, Emmett."

He bent down and lightly brushed his lips against hers, pressing a firmer kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"One more," Kit mumbled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him fully on the lips.

"Break it up, lovebirds," Alice called over to them, "We have a job to do."

Sighing heavily, Emmett gave Kit her bag and pushed her gently over towards Edward and Bella. He went to join the rest of his family.

'Make sure she's safe,' he warned to Edward, one last time.

"Let's go," Alice said, already leading the way hand-in-hand with Jasper.

They walked faster than they should have, slowing down when Carlisle gave them another quiet warning, but no one paid them any mind, rushing to catch flights or waiting for their own loved ones to leave or show up.

"We'll get him from all sides," Jasper said, getting into the back of the car with Alice.

"Jazz and I will take care of him," Emmett said, delighted at that, "It shouldn't take long."

Carlise's brow puckered, his black medical bag at his feet, "We can only hope that Bella's mother hasn't been injured. Alice, are you able to see her?"

"It's hard," Alice closed her eyes, "I've never met her and trying to see James, I get the same vision," she opened her eyes, her gaze following the passing scenery, "We'll be passing Bella's house in a few seconds."

"Emmett and I will take the front entrance," Jasper said. He kissed Alice's temple, "You and Carlisle will go in through the back exit. Emmett? Emmett!"

"What?" Emmett looked at his brother, irritated, "Yeah, I heard you. Front entrance, got it," he rolled his eyes dramatically.

Jasper rolled his own eyes in response, "She didn't tell you because she doesn't want you to worry," he admitted, having felt Kit's emotions, "She knows where you're going—what we're hoping to accomplish and she knows that you cannot afford to be distracted."

Emmett took a moment to think through Jasper's words.

"But if this wasn't happening…?" he trailed off.

"Then I'm sure she would've talked to you," Jasper smiled easily, "Just be patient."

"Patient," Emmett snorted, "Right."

After driving for a few blocks, they reached the studio, but parked away from it. It was a small building, bubblegum pink in color with a sign that was written in loopy back cursive. They would run there and surprise the Tracker—catch him off guard.

Covered from head to toe to prevent the sunlight from hitting their skin, they all exited the car, Emmett stretching dramatically as if he needed to. The sooner they got this done and rescued Bella's mother, the sooner he could go back to Kit.

'I'm so whipped,' he thought, glad that Edward wasn't around. He sighed, all too eager, to rip the vampire apart; and God he hoped that the female was with him, 'Let's do this.'

Atlanta.

Kit couldn't believe it.

After Emmett had left, she had shuffled awkwardly after Edward and Bella, her eyes sweeping the large airport as if she expected James or Victoria to jump out at her. She played with the straps of her bag, biting her lip.

"Where are we going?" Bella had asked, gazing up at Edward.

"Somewhere safe," Edward had replied, sounding a little angry and upset, "Don't worry, you'll like it."

"Okay," Bella said automatically.

Kit had ended up following the couple to another gate, up to a desk, where Edward proceeded to hand over three tickets. No passports.

When the flight attendant gestured for them to go on, Edward had jerked his head for her to follow, giving her a wry smile,"Come on."

Kit had never been on a first class flight before and it was nice, surprisingly it was not too full. She sat in the aisle seat by herself and Edward technically next to her in the row across from hers, obscuring Bella from view.

From Edward's mumbling to Bella and the stewardess coming over the intercom, Kit had found out that their flight would be almost four hours—a nonstop flight to Atlana, Georgia.

She had slept through most of it, the rest of the time spent going through her carry-on bag and reading her book while she listened to her CD player, eventually tuning out the book as she pictured herself playing.

Edward had woken her up, and somewhere between him getting her off the plane and getting in some kind of car, Kit had either spaced out or fallen asleep. Probably the second one—she had been doing that a lot lately.

Now, here she was in one of the most lavish hotels that she had ever seen. It was…huge. That was the only word she could currently come up with. The living room was ivory carpeted, two gold arm chairs positioned across from each other and separated by a dark brown coffee table, a plush light brown couch directly behind it. Above the couch, there was a large painting. There was even a fireplace.

Kit went forward to the coffee table, touching the flowers that sat in a vase with her fingertips. They were real and incredibly beautiful.

"Is this to your liking?"

Kit turned her head, having not expected to hear Edward's voice. Then, she noticed he had been addressing Bella, not her and felt a little foolish.

"This is expensive isn't it?" Bella asked, eyes wide as they roamed around the room, "It's a waste…"

"It's not," Edward promised, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The motion caused Bella to look up at Edward, looking ready to burst into tears.

Feeling a bit like she was intruding on the moment, Kit left the room as quietly as she could, easily finding her bedroom. She shut the door with a soft click.

The bedroom was just as lovely. Soft carpeting, a large bed with a gold pillowed headboard. There was a large desk with a flatscreen television and flowers on the bedside table.

'I feel bad,' she thought, recalling Bella's words about the expenses, 'They shouldn't be spending all of this money.'

She abandoned her bag on the bed and wandered into the bathroom, her mouth dropping open when she flicked on the light.

It was a full marble bathroom, the mirrors lit up by two small chandeliers and this was just the powder room, though she could see the large bathtub from where she was standing.

"Wow..." she breathed, "This is incredible."

Deciding that a bath or a shower might be nice, Kit left the bathroom lights on and went to her bag, feeling slightly comforted that she had her own clothes back.

She picked out a pair of pajamas, grabbed her toiletries, remembered to switch on her phone and went back to the bathroom, sliding the door closed.

It looked small from the outside, but the shower was large and glass-enclosed, the room filling with steam as soon as Kit turned the handle.

They had left the hotel in Phoenix early in the morning and now it was mid-afternoon, almost dinner time. Kit's sleeping schedule was completely messed up and if she wanted to get it back on track, she'd have to sleep again. Which probably wouldn't be too hard.

She turned around in the shower, washing out the deep conditioner she had applied five minutes prior. After that, she shaved and finished washing up, reluctantly turning off the shower to towel off and dry her hair.

It was when she was dressed in her pajamas, a towel around her shoulders and her toiletries gathered in her arms, that she returned to her room and saw the tray of food waiting for her.

"Thank you," she said, hoping that Edward could hear her. She put her things away and removed the towel before she lifted the silver dome.

It was a thin crust margherita pizza with basil pesto, mozzarella and tomatoes, a small spinach salad on the side and a glass of sweet tea.

Kit dug in, feeling extremely hungry. It was much easier to eat by herself and (this was) the most she had eaten since leaving Forks. It all tasted wonderful.

When she had finished everything and had sucked up the last of her tea, there was a knock at her door. Hurriedly, Kit replaced the lid on the tray and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Come in," she said politely.

She had expected it to be Bella, but was shocked to see Edward, another glass of sweet tea in his hands.

"Here," he handed it to her.

"Thank you," she took it and smiled at him shyly, "I appreciate it," she looked around her room, "All of this."

"It's not a problem," he assured her, moving the empty tray off her bed and to the desk, "Emmett informed me that you might be getting sick?"

Kit blinked, owlishly, looking off to the side as she tried to recall Emmett speaking to Edward. She looked back at the vampire, confused, "He did? When?"

Edward chuckled, "Ah, my mistake," he tapped his head, "He was merely concerned when he saw you in the airport. I will admit, you were looking quite pale. Are you feeling all right?"

"Oh, yes," Kit nodded, "Er…I—low blood sugar, but I'm much better, now. Really."

Edward tilted his head to the side, "You didn't eat back in Phoenix?"

"I did," Kit murmured, picking at an imaginary thread on the comforter, "A little bit."

"That's probably why your blood sugar was so low," Edward supplied, but Kit already knew that. He looked over at the closed curtains, changing the subject, "I'll leave you be. We'll be staying here until Bella's mother is safe."

Kit nodded. She had figured as much, "Okay. Will you let me know if…she's okay?"

Edward turned to face her, already standing at the door. He smiled at her, "Of course."

With that said, he left Kit alone, the door shutting behind him.

Kit exhaled, placing the full glass on the bedside table and digging through her bag until she found her cellphone. She flopped backwards and hesitated before pressing the talk button. She was unsure if she would be able to keep it together, but what if the female was with James in Phoenix? Didn't that mean her family was safe?

Taking her chances, Kit pressed the button and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Daddy!" Kit smiled, despite the sadness, "Hey, it's me."

"Hey, Me," Blake sounded happy, "How's the spa?"

"Great," Kit told him, "Really fun, relaxing. I miss you, though."

"Aww, I miss you too, honey," Blake said, "We all do."

"Is Indi enjoying her break?" Kit asked.

"Yes," Blake said, chipper, "She is. We're still trying to help her find a hobby or something and she seems to be enjoying that. She's excited. She hung out with Melody the other day."

"That's good. And you're okay?" Kit asked, worry leaking into her voice, "You're all being safe?"

"Yes, yes," Kit could picture Blake waving a hand, "Everyone's fine. we'll see you soon, yes?"

'I hope so,' she thought.

"Yes," she answered, "Soon."

"Great, I love you, Kit Kat."

"I love you too, daddy," Kit prepared to hang up the phone, "Bye."

"Bye."

Hanging up, Kit placed the phone somewhere on her bed and covered her face with her hands. She stayed like that for a few moments, then sighed, getting up to take out her CD player and put her headphones over her ears, crawling under the covers and closing her eyes. She wasn't going to sleep, yet, but she hoped that by turning up the beautiful sounds of the violin, she wouldn't have to focus on anything else.

However, it was only moments into the first song that Kit remembered her friend back in Forks and she felt around her bed until her fingers found her phone again, needing to send a quick text—wait, Willa didn't have a cellphone.

Kit called instead and left a voicemail when no one answered.

Back in Phoenix, Alice sat in Jasper's lap, the car silent except for their breathing. She closed her eyes, wrapped in a blanket of safety, care, love, and calm that Jasper projected as he ran his fingers through her short hair, simultaneously massaging her scalp.

Her scalp that should have been stained and splotched with scars from the shock treatments.

They had arrived at the studio only to be met with a TV screen—Bella's home videos. It was a hoax. No one had been taken, everyone was safe. Well, except for the Tracker, that is. The female had managed to escape, but they would begin the hunt for her, soon.

James was furious, unable to believe he had been tricked by a couple human girls, but when his black eyes fell on Alice, he had grinned sadistically, taunting her.

He had known her, apparently. While she was human, in fact. James has been after her, and another vampire who had worked in the asylum sacrificed his life after biting Alice…in order to distract James and save her.

Much to Emmett's disappointment that he gracefully didn't show in light of Alice's situation, it had been Jasper who ripped James apart, piece by piece. Jasper had played with him until Carlisle put a stop to it—Emmett twisted off the head and they all built the fire, pouring gasoline and burning the studio to the ground before escaping back to their car.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Carlisle glanced at Alice in the rear view mirror.

"I don't know," Alice mumbled, snuggling closer to Jasper, "H-he knew me."

"He did," Jasper confirmed, moving to rub his hand up and down her arm.

"I hate to admit it, but it makes sense," Alice said, mostly to herself, "T-the asylum…" she shuddered, "I was always in the dark…but I don't remember…anything."

"At least now you have lead," Emmett piped up, optimistic as always, "Do some digging, find out who you were."

"I plan on it," Alice said, determined. She sighed, "Call Edward. Let him know we got James and that Bella's mother is safe."

"On it," Emmett pulled out his cellphone, pressing one of the buttons on speed dial.

"Hello?" he said, "Hey, kid…Yeah, we got him….Bella's mom is perfectly fine, still in Florida, actually….He tricked us all, but the female got away, we'll have to start looking for her…Yeah, okay….No, I'm coming to get her," Emmett rolled his eyes, "Yeah….Bye."

Carlisle turned on his blinker, to head back towards the airport.

"She'll be happy to see you," Alice interjected, "It will be a nice surprise. She could use some cheering up."

"Oh?" Emmett asked, turning to look at her.

"You sound like her," Alice teased before turning serious, "She's not eating much, almost fainted in the shower. Low blood sugar, you know the spiel."

Emmett nodded, recalling Kit informing him that she wanted to lose some weight. How far would she go to accomplish that?

"Is she starving herself?" Carlisle asked the question Emmett had been afraid to even think.

Emmett looked at his father and he could see the gears turning in his head. He was in 'Doctor Mode'.

"No…" Alice drawled, narrowing her eyes in thought, "She had eaten in her room. I ordered her a sandwich."

"Did she make herself ill afterwards?" Carlisle asked, placing a hand on Emmett's arm when he tensed, gripping the dashboard, "Careful, Emmett."

"No," Alice remained casual, "She's fine eating by herself."

"Ahhh," Carlisle said this knowingly, "Yes, I see."

"See?" Emmett frowned, "See what!?" he demanded.

But Carlisle shook his head, keeping the thoughts to himself, "Oh, son," he patted his arm, "Kit and I definitely need to talk."