FULL MOON II

CHAPTER 25

"Jacob?"

I heard Paul's voice, probably the hundredth time he called out. My eyes burned, my throat hoarse from screaming, I finally answered.

"Yeah?"

My voice was nails on a chalkboard.

He paused. His breathing was labored. I wondered if food had been brought to his cell too … the thought brought back the crushing pain and I gripped my sides tightly.

After several drawn out minutes, Paul finally finished his thought.

"I'm sorry."

I couldn't bring myself to respond. I crawled over to where my bed had been, turning it right side up again and curling into a ball on top of it. I wanted to sink into oblivion but instead I sank into a fitful sleep.

I woke to the sound of snoring. Paul was asleep. I was thankful he was still alive. He must have been fed. The cell was dark, the moonlight coming through the small window near the ceiling played shadows across my wall. I slowly sat up, only to be startled half to death by a human figure standing close to the head of my bed.

I inhaled deeply.

Lilacs.

I tried to leap to my feet, but she held me to my seat with one small hand on my shoulder. She placed her other hand on my cheek.

She showed me the Volturi and everything that had happened since we'd entered the castle.

Triumphing over all her thoughts was one prevailing feeling.

Love.

I hadn't lost my mate after all.

Her thoughts then formed a question.

'Are we still one?'