My fingers flexed involuntarily, scarlet orbs of violent hate swimming across my vision.
I knew Jacob Black was a feral beast, but to accost Bella in such a manner- I had to remind myself he was only 16, despite having the countenance of a man.
He wasn't a wolf, he was a puppy, running amok in the house and smashing valuables in his immature furor.
"Whatever you want, Bella. But if I may ask, why did he try to kiss you?"
I could see her smile without humor, accentuating her too-sharp cheekbones.
"I told him you were going to change me. I don't think he believed me.. I didn't sound very convincing."
The urge to sigh bubbled up in my throat, and I swallowed it down. Yes, her continued disbelief of my conviction was frustrating, but she held no accountability for that particular hang-up.
It was sadly becoming another nightly observance where I stared into the rearview mirror of our lives, tallying all the times I should have, could have, would have.
Should have changed her in the ballet studio.
Could have never left in the first place.
Would have done so much else differently.