He loved Victoria. That's what he told her, anyway. It was like she lost her humanity when she lost her pulse. She was all a part of the game. She was a hunting partner, that's all. No more of a lover to her than the man he killed in a Seattle alley last week.
What he hated most about her voice. The shrillness that made him want to pull her vocal chords out, twist her tongue. He wanted to watch the fear fill her eyes as he removed it from her mouth.
Bella served as a pawn to knock the bitch out. Victoria would be overcome with jealousy, betrayal, hurt.
Only then he could rip her head off without regret.
James wasn't all that bad, really.