The hunter held his hand out. She didn't take it. James bent down, taking a hold of Bella's arm, having not knowing the proper way to handle newborns. She flinched back—if you could call it flinching—fifty feet and hid behind a tree, hissing.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said.
"Edward."
"He's dead."
In a flash, she moved from the tree to directly in front of him. If vampires could cry, her face would be smattered with tears of sadness and anger. He smiled at her naivety. "...dead," she repeated, broken.
"Yes. Come with me."
"No! I don't believe you!" she screeched.
"Come with me," he said more sternly.
"I can't," she whined.
She was getting on his last nerves. "Sorry, bitch, I'm not giving you a choice. Victoria's in Forks, waiting for the right time to go after your family. Unless you come with me, they're dead." He held out his hand. She didn't take it, just nodding. "Good. Follow me."
They took off North, towards Seattle where fresh blood would be waiting.