"James?" Bella whispered, holding on to a convulsing woman in a suit. Her breathing was ragged, close to death. It was nighttime, Bella's second day of this life.
James hummed a response.
"I—when will I be able to go home?"
He laughed, licking his fingers after dropping the body of the prostitute he was feeding on. "I'm afraid never, sweetheart."
Bella swallowed, eyes widening.
"I'll tell you what. If you be a good girl, and I'm sure you will be, then I might let you see your precious Edward again," he lied.
She nodded, relieved, and focused her attention back on her meal. James didn't know what to do next. He had eternity with her spread out before him, and he didn't know how to use it. He couldn't keep lying to the girl. She'd eventually catch on. For now, being so young in the second life, she was oblivious to his lies. But she was a smart girl as James could tell. She'd catch on sooner than she should. All he had to do was figure out a way to avoid the aftermath of the situation.