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Chapter 45

The Dancer

PETER POV

The vampire, a young one, broke the battle formation and lunged at Jasper.

It was like an intricately choreographed dance. In a matter of nanoseconds, Jasper beheaded him with one graceful movement of his arms. The body of the attacker hit the gravel with a loud thump, and his head rolled along the ground to stop in front of Maria's black boots. I didn't think even one of the golden strands of Jasper's hair was out of the place. His feet never shifted in the dirt.

I'd seen him fight on many occasions.

I saw him kill many, many times.

He's always been feral. He's always been lethal and dangerous.

Before, he'd fought with primal energy, with primal instinct, with his strength and ability to send waves of terror and anguish to his enemies before ripping them to pieces in his fury.

But he was so calm. Silent. Stronger than ever, faster than any before.

I hadn't ever seen him like that.

It took me some time to finally close my mouth.

"So much for a friendly visit, Maria", he whispered. "I asked you before—what the fuck do you want?"

"She will kill Bella and everything will be as it was before," Alice snarled. "You will be good again. You will forget this … joke".

Her ear-piercing shriek made him to cock his head as he looked at her.

"Keep your voice down, little shit," he drawled. "If you wake my girl up, you'll be fucking sorry."

In the empty blackness of his eyes I witnessed the infernal pits of Hell.

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