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Memoirs of Her Scent
Then again, what Rosalie was feeling was jealousy and yes, there was depth to her jealousy more than I could have fathomed if had been looking from the outskirts. Rosalie seemed to be unable to come to terms with the fact that someone was, willingly, wanting to be a part of our damnation, to go as far as to abandon everything that she, herself, had been so brutally stripped of and would have given anything to have once more and knowing that it was impossible… simply idled her and put her on edge making the sound of Bella’s name and any mention of Bella herself like a curse. And the fact that Edward desired this child didn’t improve her odds for Edward hadn’t given the always desired Rosalie a second glance when she had joined them, though, admittedly she had been brought to Edward in the hope that he would choose her as his mate, but he hadn’t. Edward was a stubborn teenager who would eternally remain so, never changing.
“Of course you can bring Bella,” Alice chirped, causing me to throw a quick glance at her, but not quick enough, Bella had probably caught.
“Do you want to go,” Edward asked Bella, excitedly, his expression vivid.
“Sure.” Bella had replied; she seemed to struggle as not to disappoint Edward, though her answering voice hadn’t given any of that away. “Um, where are we going?”
“We have to wait for thunder to play ball- you’ll see,” Edward promised in reply.
“Will I need an umbrella?”
The three of us laughed aloud, leave it to Bella Swan to be worried about such trifle matters. Once more Bella’s peculiarity reached out to me, she seemed so comfortable, here, talking with us even though she
was completely surrounded in a home that was packed with seven lethal vampires that could strike at any given moment. I assure you, had that been our resolve she wouldn’t have been able to survive, there was no escaping her fate, had we chosen to end her life, however we hadn’t and we wouldn’t. Now I found myself amazed at her boldness, she had willingly stepped into our den, the child had guts I give her that, and unable to ignore such acts I found myself admiring her.


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