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Could I answer him without screaming？ I considered that for a moment； and then the fire ripped hotter
still through my chest； draining in from my elbows and knees。 Better not to chance it。
'Til bring them right up；〃 Alice said； an urgent edge to her tone； and I heard the swish of wind as she
darted away。
And then— oh！
My heart took off； beating like helicopter blades； the sound almost a single sustained note； it felt like it
would grind through my ribs。 The fire flared up in the center of my chest； sucking the last remnants of the
flames from the
rest of my body to fuel the most scorching blaze yet。 The pain was enough to stun me； to break through
my iron grip on the stake。 My back arched； bowed as if the fire was dragging me upward by my heart。
I allowed no other piece of my body to break rank as my torso slumped back to the table。
It became a battle inside me—my sprinting heart racing against the attacking fire。 Both were losing。 The
fire was doomed； having consumed everything that was combustible； my heart galloped toward its last
beat。
The fire constricted； concentrating inside that one remaining human organ with a final； unbearable surge。
The surge was answered by a deep； hollow…sounding thud。 My heart stuttered twice； and then thudded
quietly again just once more。
There was no sound。 No breathing。 Not even mine。
For a moment； the absence of pain was all I could comprehend。
And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder。
20。 NEW
Everything was so clear。
Sharp。 Defined。
The brilliant light overhead was still blinding…bright； and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of the
filaments inside the bulb。 I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light； and； at the very edge of
the spectrum； an eighth color I had no name for。
Behind the light； I could distinguish the individual grains in the dark wood ceiling above。 In front of it； I
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could see the dust motes in the air； the sides the light touched； and the dark sides； distinct and separate。
They spun like little planets； moving around each other in a celestial dance。
The dust was so beautiful that I inhaled in shock； the air whistled down my throat； swirling the motes into
a vortex。 The action felt wrong。 I considered； and realized the problem was that there was no relief tied
to the action。 I didn't need the air。 My lungs weren't waiting for it。 They reacted indifferently to the influx。
I did not need the air； but I liked it。 In it； I could taste the room around me—taste the lovely dust motes；
the mix of the stagnant air mingling with the flow of slightly cooler air from the open door。 Taste a lush
whiff of silk。 Taste a faint hint of something warm and desirable； something that should be moist； but
wasn't。。。 That smell made my throat burn dryly； a faint echo of the venom burn； though the scent was
tainted by the bite of chlorine and ammonia。 And most of all； I could taste an
almost…honey…lilac…and…sun…flavored scent that was the strongest thing； the closest thing to me。
I heard the sound of the others； breathing again now that I did。 Their breath mixed with the scent that
was something just off honey and lilac and sunshine； bringing new flavors。 Cinnamon； hyacinth； pear；
seawater； rising bread； pine； vanilla； leather； apple； moss； lavender； chocolate。。。。 I traded a dozen
different comparisons in my mind； but none of them fit exactly。 So sweet and pleasant。
The TV downstairs had been muted； and I heard someone—Rosalie？—shift her weight on the first floor。
I also heard a faint； thudding rhythm； with a voice shouting angrily to the beat。 Rap music？ I was
mystified for a moment； and then the sound faded away like a car passing by with the windows rolled
down。
With a start； I realized that this could be exactly right。 Could I hear all the way to the freeway？
I didn't realize someone was holding my hand until whoever it was squeezed it lightly。 Like it had before
to hide the pain； my body locked down again in surprise。 This was not a touch I expected。 The skin was
perfectly smooth； but it was the wrong temperature。 Not cold。
After that first frozen second of shock； my body responded to the unfamiliar touch in a way that shocked
me even more。
Air hissed up my throat； spitting through my clenched teeth with a low； menacing sound like a swarm of
bees。 Before the sound was out； my muscles bunched and arched； twisting away from the unknown。 I
flipped off my back in a spin so fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur—but it
did not。 I saw every dust mote； every splinter in the wood…paneled walls； every loose thread in
microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them。
So by the time I found myself crouched against the wall defensively—about a sixteenth of a second
later—I already understood what had startled me； and that I had overreacted。
Oh。 Of course。 Edward wouldn't feel cold to me。 We were the same temperature now。
I held my pose for an eighth of a second longer； adjusting to the scene before me。
Edward was leaning across the operating table that had been my pyre； his hand reached out toward me；
his expression anxious。
Edward's face was the most important thing； but my peripheral vision catalogued everything else； just in
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case。 Some instinct to defend had been triggered； and I automatically searched for any sign of danger。
My vampire family waited cautiously against the far wall by the door； Emmett and Jasper in the front。
Like there was danger。 My nostrils flared； searching for the threat。 I could smell nothing out of place。
That faint scent of something delicious—but marred by harsh chemicals—tickled my throat again； setting
it to aching and burning。
Alice was peeking around Jasper's elbow with a huge grin on her face； the light sparkled off her teeth；
another eight…color rainbow。
That grin reassured me and then put the pieces together。 Jasper and Emmett were in the front to protect
the others； as I had assumed。 What I hadn't grasped immediately was that / was the danger。
All this was a sideline。 The greater part of my senses and my mind were still focused on Edward's face。
I had never seen it before this second。
How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty？ How many hours—days；
weeks—of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then deemed to be perfection？ I thought I'd known
his face better than my own。 I'd thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world： the
flawlessness of Edward's face。
I may as well have been blind。
For the first time； with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity taken off my eyes； I saw
his face。 I