Author's Note
I do not own Twilight.
They took long baths and dressed in clothes Agatha loaned them. The clothing hung from their slight figures like a mockery, but they didn't mind.
Jane curled up on the windowsill and gazed out over the fields. It was nice here. But then, it had been nice in Egypt, and in Wales.
"You think they made their move?" Alec asked.
"If not already, then soon."
The Volturi didn't need Demetri to find the Cullens, though perhaps Jasper and his little mate had accepted the warning.
"They have things he wants."
The little psychic most of all, the halfbreed mongrel, the telepath, and the most infuriating woman in the world. How Jane would love to rip her head right off-
No.
No.
No.
She was going to play good little daughter, and good little daughters didn't rip people's heads off.
"It isn't our problem any more."
It felt good to say that.
It was like acknowledging that a burden had gone and they no longer had to behave like perfect porcelain dolls if they didn't want to.
Jane smiled up at Alec.
He smiled back.