To LynnyLiz-- I'm sorry, I have no idea. The spanish was a direct lift from Midnight Sun, so I couldn't tell you. I guess I could tell you the general idea of it, though... I'd hazard a guess that it's something like "Emmett, follow him".
Angelic—Faite's Game
Devyne watched, completely incapable of doing anything, as the truck slid in what seemed like slow motion towards the girl.
No! This wasn't how it should go! No, no, NO!
Destinee stood beside her, her own eyes widened in horror. Faite was bouncing up and down beside them, highly amused. Clearly, she had had something to do with the orchestration of this horror.
She would die. Bella Swan was going to die, and Edward would die, too. He was already in so deep. Besides which, if the girl's blood was shed, he would not be able to resist the temptation, and his family would be forced to move on, too. Devyne couldn't remember what she had been thinking, when she had bestowed the girl with her appallingly bad luck. An anguished wail escaped her lips as she watched Tyler Crowley's van skid across the black ice. She saw the expression of terror in countless pairs of eyes, not least in the golden ones of Edward Cullen.
GO! She screamed at him, as loud as her mental voice could manage. She could hear his thoughts, now—for once, they were almost incoherent with pain.
Not her. Not Bella… Not her!!
And then, he acted.
With simultaneous gasps, the three sisters watched the vampire run, at full speed, across the parking lot, throwing himself in the right place at precisely the right moment. The car slammed into him, but his broad shoulders had taken the brunt of the impact. He pulled her out of the way, barely keeping her safe.
Devyne and Destinee could not help themselves—they cheered wildly, throwing their arms around one another. They were safe! Their story was not doomed to end in tragedy, after all!
Faite looked almost disappointed, though she begrudgingly returned Devyne's embrace.
That had been far too close… But Edward had proved himself, once more.