I shrugged.

"Because you wouldn't want to hurt his feelings," he suggested shrewdly.

Edward frowned again.

"Sure, I guess so."

"Don't you think it's fair, then," he asked, looking down at my hand as he spoke. He turned it palm up, and ran his finger along the veins in my wrist. "If I have a little representation?"

"Representation?"

"A charm - something to keep me on your mind."

"You're in every thought I have. I don't need reminders."

"If I gave you something, would you wear it?" he pressed.

"A hand-me-down?" I checked.

"Yes, something I've had for a while." He smiled his angel's smile.

If this was the only reaction to Jacob's gift, I would take it gladly. "Whatever makes you happy."

"Have you noticed the inequality?" he asked, and his voice turned accusing. "Because I certainly have."

"What inequality?"

His eyes narrowed. "Everyone else is able to get away with giving you things. Everyone but me. I would have loved to get you a graduation present, but I didn't. I knew it would have upset you more than if anyone else did. That's utterly unfair. How do you explain yourself?"

Edward was making face at this and he really looked like he wanted an answer.

"Easy." I shrugged. "You're more important than everyone else. And you've given me you.

"But you've given yourself back to me," Edward sighed, "and you're so much more..."

"I think that makes you even," Esme interrupted him from saying something about himself not being good enough.

"Wow, Mom, you really must like Bella to say that," Emmett laughed. "We all know Edward is your favorite."

Both Esme and Edward looked a little embarrassed by that comment, but were smiling all the same.

That's already more than I deserve, and anything else you give me just throws us more out of balance."

"It seems that Bella suffers from the same idiocy as you," Rosalie teased her brother.

"But it does kind of make you see why she wouldn't want you giving her anything," Esme said. "I mean, as long as she couldn't give you anything herself, and seeing as you two are equals...well, that would throw things off balance."

"But she's..." Edward tried to defend.

"And so are you," Esme smiled at him, cutting off his defense again.

He processed that for a moment, and then rolled his eyes. "The way you regard me is ludicrous."

I chewed my breakfast calmly. I knew he wouldn't listen if I told him that he had that backward.

"And that's why you're perfect for each other," Alice smiled. "You're both blind."

Edward's phone buzzed.

He looked at the number before he opened it. "What is it, Alice?"

He listened, and I waited for his reaction, suddenly nervous. But whatever she said didn't surprise him. He sighed a few times.

"I sort of guessed as much," he told her, staring into my eyes, a disapproving arch to his brow. "She was talking in her sleep."

Edward narrowed his eyes, not like the sound of this at all. At the same time Emmett smiled, looking like he was going to like what was coming next.

I flushed. What had I said now?

"I'll take care of it," he promised.

He glared at me as he shut his phone. "Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?"

I deliberated for a moment. Given Alice's warning last night, I could guess why she'd called.

And then remembering the troubled dreams I'd had as I'd slept through the day - dreams where I chased after Jasper, trying to follow him and find the clearing in the maze-like woods, knowing I would find Edward there…Edward, and the monsters who wanted to kill me, but not caring about them because I'd already made my decision - I could also guess what Edward had overheard while I'd slept.

"Argh," Edward groaned. "She wants to go to the clearing."

I pursed my lips for a moment, not quite able to meet his gaze. He waited.

"I like Jasper's idea," I finally said.

Edward's eyes then snapped to his brother. "You just had to say that, didn't you?"

"Sorry," Jasper sighed. "I was in strategic-mode."

He groaned.

"I want to help. I have to do something," I insisted.

"It wouldn't help to have you in danger."

"Jasper thinks it would. This is his area of expertise."

Edward glared hard at his brother.

"Stop," Alice said angrily at him. "It's not his fault."

Edward's glare loosened slightly.

Edward glowered at me.

"You can't keep me away," I threatened. "I'm not going to hide out in the forest while you all take risks for me."

"It would be safer for everyone if she just hid," Carlisle frowned, knowing that wasn't what she would want to do when she knew everyone else was fighting.

Suddenly, he was fighting a smile. "Alice doesn't see you in the clearing, Bella. She sees you stumbling around lost in the woods. You won't be able to find us; you'll just make it more time consuming for me to find you afterward."

Emmett laughed loudly as everyone else smiled at that.

I tried to keep as cool as he was. "That's because Alice didn't factor in Seth Clearwater," I said politely. "If she had, of course, she wouldn't have been able to see anything at all. But it sounds like Seth wants to be there as much as I do. It shouldn't be too hard to persuade him to show me the way."

"Good plan. You only made one mistake," Jasper smiled.

"Yeah, you told Edward," Emmett said. "There's no way he would let that happen."

Edward seemed to relax at that sentence; he had tensed when Bella stated her plan.

Anger flickered across his face, and then he took a deep breath and composed himself. "That might have worked . . . if you hadn't told me. Now I'll just ask Sam to give Seth certain orders. Much as he might want to, Seth won't be able to ignore that kind of injunction."

I kept my smile pleasant. "But why would Sam give those orders? If I tell him how it would help for me to be there? I'll bet Sam would rather do me a favor than you."

Edward looked really angry and worried about that.

"She really is quite brilliant," Jasper muttered.

"Yeah, you don't want to underestimate her," Alice smiled.

He had to compose himself again. "Maybe you're right. But I'm sure Jacob would be only too eager to give those same orders."

"Jacob?" nearly everyone said.

"How would the mutt be able to do that?" Rosalie asked.

"I don't know," Carlisle said thoughtfully, and Edward and Jasper looked the same. "It might have something to do with...with his heritage?" he said the last part as a question.

"Maybe," Edward nodded his head. "His family has been seen as the chiefs of the tribe for generations... That might give him certain advantages."

"I suppose continuing to read really is the best way to find out," Carlisle mused and started reading again, looking more enthusiastic than before that he was going to learn something new again. It seemed that this book, so far, had been the most informative for him.

I frowned. "Jacob?"

"Jacob is second in command. Did he never tell you that? His orders have to be followed, too."

He had me, and by his smile, he knew it. My forehead crumpled. Jacob would be on his side - in this one instance - I was sure. And Jacob never had told me that.

Edward took advantage of the fact that I was momentarily stumped, continuing in a suspiciously smooth and soothing voice.

"I got a fascinating look into the pack's mind last night.

Carlisle couldn't keep the glee he was feeling out of his voice, as he excitedly read the next part.

It was better than a soap opera. I had no idea how complex the dynamic is with such a large pack. The pull of the individual against the plural psyche…Absolutely fascinating."

"That would be interesting," Edward said. "The last time there were only three of them and it was indeed interesting...but ten minds interwoven like that..."

He was obviously trying to distract me. I glared at him.

"Jacob's been keeping a lot of secrets," he said with a grin.

I didn't answer, I just kept glaring, holding on to my argument and waiting for an opening.

"Of course she is," Edward smiled and Emmett laughed loudly.

"For instance, did you note the smaller gray wolf there last night?"

I nodded one stiff nod.

He chuckled. "They take all of their legends so seriously. It turns out there are things that none of their stories prepared them for."

I sighed. "Okay, I'll bite. What are you talking about?"

"They always accepted without question that it was only the direct grandsons of the original wolf who had the power to transform."

"So someone changed who wasn't a direct descendant?"

"No. She's a direct descendant, all right."

"A girl wolf?" Carlisle muttered. "Hm... perhaps we discovered why Leah was there that night too."

"That would explain it," Edward muttered. "I doubt anything else would have gotten her that close to Sam and Emily."

I blinked, and my eyes widened."She?"

He nodded. "She knows you. Her name is Leah Clearwater."

"Leah's a werewolf!" I shrieked. "What? For how long? Why didn't Jacob tell me?"

"There are things he wasn't allowed to share - their numbers, for instance. Like I said before, when Sam gives an order, the pack simply isn't able to ignore it. Jacob was very careful to think of other things when he was near me. Of course, after last night that's all out the window."

"That was clever of them," Jasper said warily. "They wouldn't want us knowing how many are in the pack."

"I can't believe it. Leah Clearwater!" Suddenly, I remembered Jacob speaking of Leah and Sam, and the way he acted as if he'd said too much - after he'd said something about Sam having to look in Leah's eyes every day and know that he'd broken all his promises. . . . Leah on the cliff, a tear glistening on her cheek when Old Quil had spoken of the burden and sacrifice the Quileute sons shared. . . . And Billy, spending time with Sue because she was having trouble with her kids . . . and here the trouble actually was that both of them were werewolves now!

I hadn't given much thought to Leah Clearwater, just to grieve for her loss when Harry had passed away, and then to pity her again when Jacob had told her story, about how the strange imprinting between Sam and her cousin Emily had broken Leah's heart.

"That poor girl," Esme said, "and she has to hear his thoughts..."

"That would be excruciating," Edward frowned.

And now she was part of Sam's pack, hearing his thoughts…and unable to hide her own.

I really hate that part, Jacob had said. Everything you're ashamed of, laid out for everyone to see.

"Poor Leah," I whispered.

Edward snorted.

"You don't seem so sympathetic to her in the books," Emmett chuckled.

"She's making life exceedingly unpleasant for the rest of them. I'm not sure she deserves your sympathy."

"What do you mean?"

"It's hard enough for them, having to share all their thoughts. Most of them try to cooperate, make it easier. When even one member is deliberately malicious, it's painful for everyone."

"Well, she has every right to be bitter," Rosalie said.

"Trust you to like that wolf," Edward muttered, his mouth pulling thin.

"I DON'T LIKE ANY MUTT," Rosalie hissed.

"She has reason enough," I mumbled, still on her side.

"Oh, I know," he said. "The imprinting compulsion is one of the strangest things I've ever witnessed in my life, and I've seen some strange things." He shook his head wonderingly.

"The way Sam is tied to his Emily is impossible to describe - or I should say her Sam. Sam really had no choice. It reminds me of A Midsummer Night's Dream with all the chaos caused by the fairies' love spells . . . like magic." He smiled. "It's very nearly as strong as the way I feel about you."

"Poor Leah," I said again. "But what do you mean, malicious?"

"She's constantly bringing up things they'd rather not think of," he explained. "For example, Embry."

"What's with Embry?" I asked, surprised.

"His mother moved down from the Makah reservation seventeen years ago, when she was pregnant with him. She's not Quileute. Everyone assumed she'd left his father behind with the Makahs. But then he joined the pack."

"This sounds promising," Emmett smiled.

"So?"

"So the prime candidates for his father are Quil Ateara Sr., Joshua Uley, or Billy Black, all of them married at that point, of course."

"Oh dear, what a terrible scandal that is," Emmett laughed.

"The poor boy," Esme said, ignoring her son.

"No!" I gasped. Edward was right - this was exactly like a soap opera.

"Now Sam, Jacob, and Quil all wonder which of them has a half-brother. They'd all like to think it's Sam, since his father was never much of a father. But the doubt is always there. Jacob's never been able to ask Billy about that."

"Wow. How did you get so much in one night?"

"The pack mind is mesmerizing. All thinking together and then separately at the same time.

There's so much to read!"

"And you do like reading," Emmett laughed.

He sounded faintly regretful, like someone who'd had to put down a good book just before the climax. I laughed.

"The pack is fascinating," I agreed. "Almost as fascinating as you are when you're trying to distract me."

"Well, at least we usually have interesting conversations when that happens," Edward shrugged.

"I certainly enjoy them," Carlisle said.

His expression became polite again - a perfect poker face.

"I have to be in that clearing, Edward."

"No," he said in a very final tone.

A certain path occurred to me at that moment.

It wasn't so much that I had to be in the clearing. I just had to be where Edward was.

Cruel, I accused, selfish, selfish! Don't do it!

"So, I'm guessing that she's going to be the selfish one," Emmett said.

"I wonder what she's going to do," Edward said.

I ignored my better instincts. I couldn't look at him while I spoke, though. The guilt had my eyes glued to the table.

"Okay, look, Edward," I whispered. "Here's the thing…I've already gone crazy once. I know what my limits I can't stand it if you leave me again. "

Edward stopped breathing and his body tensed - a look of pain crossed his face as he thought of what he had done in the last book.

I didn't look up to see his reaction, afraid to know how much pain I was inflicting. I did hear his sudden intake of breath and the silence that followed. I stared at the dark wooden tabletop, wishing I could take the words back. But knowing I probably wouldn't. Not if it worked.

Suddenly, his arms were around me, his hands stroking my face, my arms. He was comforting me. The guilt went into spiral mode. But the survival instinct was stronger. There was no question that he was fundamental to my survival.

"Then it's not being selfish," Edward said, his voice distant…as were his eyes.

"You know it's not like that, Bella," he murmured. "I won't be far, and it will be over quickly."

"I can't stand it," I insisted, still staring down. "Not knowing whether or not you'll come back. How do I live through that, no matter how quickly it's over?"

He sighed. "It's going to be easy, Bella. There's no reason for your fears."

"None at all?"

"None."

"And everybody will be fine?"

"Everyone," he promised.

"So there's no way at all that I need to be in the clearing?"

"Where is she going with this?" Emmett asked.

"I'm sure we'll see," Carlisle said, not allowing anyone to guess because he could tell that Edward needed the real answer to this.

"Of course not. Alice just told me that they're down to nineteen. We'll be able to handle it easily."

"That's right - you said it was so easy that someone could sit out," I repeated his words from last night. "Did you really mean that?"

"She wants you to stay with her," Emmett smiled. "That sounds good to me."

"Hm... Edward would be annoying after that though -" Jasper made a face, "- upset that he didn't get his chance to fight."

"So," Emmett shrugged, "I'll get to fight more newborns this way."

"Yes."

It felt too simple - he had to see it coming.

"So easy that you could sit out?"

After a long moment of silence, I finally looked up at his expression.

The poker face was back.

I took a deep breath. "So it's one way or the other. Either there is more danger than you want me to know about, in which case it would be right for me to be there, to do what I can to help. Or…it's going to be so easy that they'll get by without you. Which way is it?"

He didn't speak.

I knew what he was thinking of - the same thing I was thinking of. Carlisle. Esme. Emmett. Rosalie. Jasper. And…I forced myself to think the last name. And Alice.

Edward sighed at that, shaking his head. His eyes looked like he now understood something. "I'm probably not thinking about them at all."

"Yeah, he's just pouting because he's going to miss all the fun now," Emmett laughed.

I wondered if I was a monster. Not the kind that he thought he was, but the real kind. The kind that hurt people. The kind that had no limits when it came to what they wanted.

"No, you're not, dear," Esme said, trying to be comforting.

What I wanted was to keep him safe, safe with me. Did I have a limit to what I would do, what I would sacrifice for that? I wasn't sure.

Rosalie narrowed her eyes at that, looking angry, yet there was a glimmer of understanding as well.

"None of us are," Jasper said, looking at Alice meaningfully. He would do anything for his family, but Alice would always come first.

"You ask me to let them fight without my help?" he said in a quiet voice.

"Yes." I was surprised I could keep my voice even, I felt so wretched inside. "Or to let me be there. Either way, so long as we're together."

He took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. He moved his hands to place them on either side of my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. He looked into my eyes for a long time. I wondered what he was looking for, and what it was that he found. Was the guilt as thick on my face as it was in my stomach - sickening me?

"I would imagine it would be," Edward said. "You were never good at hiding your emotions."

His eyes tightened against some emotion I couldn't read, and he dropped one hand to pull out his phone again.

"Alice," he sighed. "Could you come babysit Bella for a bit?" He raised one eyebrow, daring me to object to the word. "I need to speak with Jasper."

She evidently agreed. He put the phone away and went back to staring at my face.

"What are you going to say to Jasper?" I whispered.

"I'm going to discuss…me sitting out."

Edward frowned a little at that, but looked sure that it was the right decision.

"Too bad, Eddy," Emmett chuckled.

"To tell the truth, I'm not too upset about this," Edward said. "With what Jasper said in the last chapter, I, that is me in this room, I'm happy that my book self will be there."

"And she really seems to need you," Esme said. "She wouldn't have brought this up if she didn't."

It was easy to read in his face how difficult the words were for him.

"I'm sorry."

I was sorry. I hated to make him do this. Not enough that I could fake a smile and tell him to go on ahead without me. Definitely not that much.

"Don't apologize," he said, smiling just a little. "Never be afraid to tell me how you feel, Bella. If this is what you need…" He shrugged. "You are my first priority."

"I didn't mean it that way - like you have to choose me over your family."

"I know that. Besides, that's not what you asked. You gave me two alternatives that you could live with, and I chose the one that I could live with. That's how compromise is supposed to work."

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his chest. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Anytime," he answered, kissing my hair. "Anything."

We didn't move for a long moment. I kept my face hidden, pressed against his shirt. Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

"Ah…she's hearing voices again," Emmett chuckled.

"Because she's worried about our family," Esme frowned.

"Who's the third wife?" he asked me suddenly.

Edward growled at the reminder of that.

"Huh?" I said, stalling. I didn't remember having had that dream again.

"You were mumbling something about 'the third wife' last night. The rest made a little sense, but you lost me there."

"Oh. Um, yeah. That was just one of the stories that I heard at the bonfire the other night." I shrugged. "I guess it stuck with me."

"Great," Edward hissed.

"Come on, Eddy, you knew it would," Emmett chuckled.

"I don't like her thinking about that... especially now," Edward hissed again.

Edward leaned away from me and cocked his head to the side, probably confused by the uncomfortable edge to my voice.

Before he could ask, Alice appeared in the kitchen doorway with a sour expression.

"You're going to miss all the fun," she grumbled.

"Hello, Alice," he greeted her. He put one finger under my chin and tilted my face up to kiss me goodbye.

"I'll be back later tonight," he promised me. "I'll go work this out with the others, rearrange things."

"Okay."

"There's not much to arrange," Alice said. "I already told them. Emmett is pleased."

"Of course I am!" Emmett smiled. "I bet I kill more of them than you, Jazz."

"We would never know the answer to that since Bella wouldn't be there," Jasper replied.

"Aw," Emmett pouted.

Edward sighed. "Of course he is."

He walked out the door, leaving me to face Alice.

She glared at me.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again. "Do you think this will make it more dangerous for you?"

She snorted. "You worry too much, Bella. You're going to go prematurely gray."

"Don't tell her that," Edward said.

"I doubt she'll worry about her age right now," Alice rolled her eyes.

"Why are you upset, then?"

"Edward is such a grouch when he doesn't get his way. I'm just anticipating living with him for the next few months." She made a face. "I suppose, if it keeps you sane, it's worth it. But I wish you could control the pessimism, Bella. It's so unnecessary."

"Would you let Jasper go without you?" I demanded.

Alice grimaced. "That's different."

"Is it though?" Esme asked. "They're connected just as much as you are..."

"I know," Alice said. "It's hard to see from her point of view sometimes."

"Sure it is."

"Go clean yourself up," she ordered me. "Charlie will be home in fifteen minutes, and if you look this ragged he's not going to want to let you out again."

Wow, I'd really lost the whole day. It felt like such a waste. I was glad I wouldn't always have to squander my time with sleeping.

Edward frowned at that, like he did every time her transformation was mentioned.

I was entirely presentable when Charlie got home - fully dressed, hair decent, and in the kitchen putting his dinner on the table. Alice sat in Edward's usual place, and this seemed to make Charlie's day.

Edward rolled his eyes at that as Alice smirked.

"Howdy, Alice! How are you, hon?"

"I'm fine, Charlie, thanks."

"I see you finally made it out of bed, sleepyhead," he said to me as I sat beside him, before turning back to Alice. "Everyone's talking about that party your parents threw last night. I'll bet you've got one heck of a clean-up job ahead of you."

Alice shrugged. Knowing her, it was already done.

"Of course it is," Alice said, rolling her eyes. "It was done before we even went to meet the wolves."

"It was worth it," she said. "It was a great party."

"Where's Edward?" Charlie asked, a little grudgingly. "Is he helping clean up?"

Alice sighed and her face turned tragic. It was probably an act, but it was too perfect for me to be positive.

"Oh, it's an act," Alice smiled.

"No. He's off planning the weekend with Emmett and Carlisle."

"Hiking again?"

Alice nodded, her face suddenly forlorn. "Yes. They're all going, except me. We always go backpacking at the end of the school year, sort of a celebration, but this year I decided I'd rather shop than hike, and not one of them will stay behind with me. I'm abandoned."

"Ah, poor Shorty," Emmett said dramatically, "if only someone could stay with her."

Her face puckered, the expression so devastated that Charlie leaned toward her automatically, one hand reaching out, looking for some way to help. I glared at her suspiciously. What was she doing?

"Come on Bella, it's obvious," Alice sighed.

"Exactly," Emmett laughed.

"Alice, honey, why don't you come stay with us," Charlie offered. "I hate to think of you all alone in that big house."

She sighed. Something squashed my foot under the table.

"Ow!" I protested.

Charlie turned to me. "What?"

Alice shot me a frustrated look. I could tell she thought that I was very slow tonight.

"Stubbed my toe," I muttered.

"Oh." He looked back at Alice. "So, how 'bout it?"

She stepped on my foot again, not quite so hard this time.

"Er, Dad, you know, we don't really have the best accommodations here. I bet Alice doesn't want to sleep on my floor…"

Charlie pursed his lips. Alice pulled out the devastated expression again.

"Maybe Bella should stay up there with you," he suggested. "Just until your folks get back."

"What a brilliant idea!" Emmett screamed and everyone glared at him, which of course only made him laugh louder.

"Oh, would you, Bella?" Alice smiled at me radiantly. "You don't mind shopping with me, right?"

"Sure," I agreed. "Shopping. Okay."

"When are they leaving?" Charlie asked.

Alice made another face. "Tomorrow."

"When do you want me?" I asked.

"After dinner, I guess," she said, and then put one finger to her chin, thoughtful. "You don't have anything going on Saturday, do you?

"Nothing much, just a battle with a vampire army," Emmett smirked.