Breaking Dawn

      While they were talking, I wandered toward the back windows, trying to look distracted and anxious. Not a difficult thing to do. I leaned my head against the wall that curved away from the living room toward the dining room, right next to one of the computer desks. I ran my fingers against the keys while staring into the forest, trying to make it look like an absentminded thing. Did vampires ever do things absentmindedly? I didn’t think anyone was paying particular attention to me, but I didn’t turn to make sure. The monitor glowed to life. I stroked my fingers across the keys again. Then I drummed them very quietly on the wooden desktop, just to make it seem random. Another stroke across the keys.
      I scanned the screen in my peripheral vision.
      No J. Jenks, but there was a Jason Jenks. A lawyer. I brushed the keyboard, trying to keep a rhythm, like the preoccupied stroking of a cat you’d all but forgotten on your lap. Jason Jenks had a fancy website for his firm, but the address on the homepage was wrong. In Seattle, but in a different zip code. I noted the phone number and then stroked the keyboard in rhythm. This time I searched the address, but nothing at all came up, as if the address didn’t exist. I wanted to look at a map, but I decided I was pushing my luck. One more brush, to delete the history. . . .
      I continued staring out the window and brushed the wood a few times. I heard light footsteps crossing the floor to me, and I turned with what I hoped was the same expression as before.
      Renesmee reached for me, and I held my arms open. She launched herself into them, smelling strongly of werewolf, and nestled her head against my neck.
      I didn’t know if I could stand this. As much as I feared for my life, for Edward’s, for the rest of my family’s, it was not the same as the gut-wrenching terror I felt for my daughter. There had to be a way to save her, even if that was the only thing I could do.
      Suddenly, I knew that this was all I wanted anymore. The rest I would bear if I had to, but not her life being forfeited. Not that.
      She was the one thing I simply hadto save.
      Would Alice have known how I would feel?
      Renesmee’s hand touched my cheek lightly.
      She showed me my own face, Edward’s, Jacob’s, Rosalie’s, Esme’s, Carlisle’s, Alice’s, Jasper’s, flipping through all our family’s faces faster and faster. Seth and Leah. Charlie, Sue, and Billy. Over and over again. Worrying, like the rest of us were. She was only worrying, though. Jake had kept the worst from her as far as I could tell. The part about how we had no hope, how we all were going to die in a month’s time.
      She settled on Alice’s face, longing and confused. Where was Alice?
      “I don’t know,” I whispered. “But she’s Alice. She’s doing the right thing, like always.”
      The right thing for Alice, anyway. I hated thinking of her that way, but how else could the situation be understood?
      Renesmee sighed, and the longing intensified.
      “I miss her, too.”
      I felt my face working, trying to find the expression that went with the grief inside. My eyes felt strange and dry; they blinked against the uncomfortable feeling. I bit my lip. When I took my next breath, the air hitched in my throat, like I was choking on it.
      Renesmee pulled back to look at me, and I saw my face mirrored in her thoughts and in her eyes. I looked like Esme had this morning.
      So this was what it felt like to cry.
      Renesmee’s eyes glistened wetly as she watched my face. She stroked my face, showing me nothing, just trying to soothe me.
      I’d never thought to see the mother-daughter bond reversed between us, the way it had always been for Renйe and me. But I hadn’t had a very clear view of the future.
      A tear welled up on the edge of Renesmee’s eye. I wiped it away with a kiss. She touched her eye in amazement and then looked at the wetness on her fingertip.
      “Don’t cry,” I told her. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be fine. I will find you a way through this.”
      If there was nothing else I could do, I would still save my Renesmee. I was more positive than ever that this was what Alice would give me. She would know. She would have left me a way.

30 IRRESISTIBLE

      There was so much to think about.
      How was I going to find time alone to hunt down J. Jenks, and why did Alice want me to know about him?
      If Alice’s clue had nothing to do with Renesmee, what could I do to save my daughter?
      How were Edward and I going to explain things to Tanya’s family in the morning? What if they reacted like Irina? What if it turned into a fight?
      I didn’t know how to fight. How was I going to learn in just a month? Was there any chance at all that I could be taught fast enough that I might be a danger to any one member of the Volturi? Or was I doomed to be totally useless? Just another easily dispatched newborn?
      So many answers I needed, but I did not get the chance to ask my questions.
      Wanting some normality for Renesmee, I’d insisted on taking her home to our cottage at bedtime. Jacob was more comfortable in his wolf form at the moment; the stress was easier dealt with when he felt ready for a fight. I wished that I could feel the same, could feel ready. He ran in the woods, on guard again.
      After she was deeply under, I put Renesmee in her bed and then went to the front room to ask my questions of Edward. The ones I was able to ask, at any rate; one of the most difficult of problems was the idea of trying to hide anything from him, even with the advantage of my silent thoughts.
      He stood with his back to me, staring into the fire.
      “Edward, I—”
      He spun and was across the room in what seemed like no time at all, not even the smallest part of a second. I only had time to register the ferocious expression on his face before his lips were crushing against mine and his arms were locked around me like steel girders.
      I didn’t think of my questions again for the rest of that night. It didn’t take long for me to grasp the reason for his mood, and even less time to feel exactly the same way.
      I’d been planning on needing years just to somewhat organize the overwhelming passion I felt for him physically. And then centuries after that to enjoy it. If we had only a month left together… Well, I didn’t see how I could stand to have this end. For the moment I couldn’t help but be selfish. All I wanted was to love him as much as possible in the limited time given to me.
      It was hard to pull myself away from him when the sun came up, but we had our job to do, a job that might be more difficult than all the rest of our family’s searches put together. As soon as I let myself think of what was coming, I was all tension; it felt like my nerves were being stretched on a rack, thinner and thinner.
      “I wish there was a way to get the information we need from Eleazar before we tell them about Nessie,” Edward muttered as we hurriedly dressed in the huge closet that was more reminder of Alice than I wanted at the moment. “Just in case.”
      “But he wouldn’t understand the question to answer it,” I agreed. “Do you think they’ll let us explain?”
      “I don’t know.”
      I pulled Renesmee, still sleeping, from her bed and held her close so that her curls were pressed against my face; her sweet scent, so close, overpowered every other smell.
      I couldn’t waste one second of time today. There were answers I needed, and wasn’t sure how much time Edward and I would have alone today. If all went well with Tanya’s family, hopefully we would have company for an extended period.
      “Edward, will you teach me how to fight?” I asked him, tensed for his reaction, as he held the door for me.
      It was what I expected. He froze, and then his eyes swept over me with a deep significance, like he was looking at me for the first or last time. His eyes lingered on our daughter sleeping in my arms.
      “If it comes to a fight, there won’t be much any of us can do,” he hedged.
      I kept my voice even. “Would you leave me unable to defend myself?”
      He swallowed convulsively, and the door shuddered, hinges protesting, as his hand tightened. Then he nodded. “When you put it that way… I suppose we should get to work as soon as we can.”
      I nodded, too, and we started toward the big house. We didn’t hurry.
      I wondered what I could do that would have any hope of making a difference. I was a tiny bit special, in my own way—if a having a supernaturally thick skull could really be considered special. Was there any use that I could put that toward?
      “What would you say their biggest advantage is? Do they even have a weakness?”
      Edward didn’t have to ask to know I meant the Volturi.
      “Alec and Jane are their greatest offense,” he said emotionlessly, like we were talking of a basketball team. “Their defensive players rarely see any real action.”
      “Because Jane can burn you where you stand—mentally at least. What does Alec do? Didn’t you once say he was even more dangerous than Jane?”
      “Yes. In a way, he is the antidote to Jane. She makes you feel the worst pain imaginable. Alec, on the other hand, makes you feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. Sometimes, when the Volturi are feeling kind, they have Alec anesthetize someone before he is executed. If he has surrendered or pleased them in some other way.”
      “Anesthetic? But how is that more dangerous than Jane?”
      “Because he cuts off your senses altogether. No pain, but also no sight or sound or smell. Total sensory deprivation. You are utterly alone in the blackness. You don’t even feel it when they burn you.”
      I shivered. Was this the best we could hope for? To not see or feel death when it came?
      “That would make him only equally as dangerous as Jane,” Edward went on in the same detached voice, “in that they both can incapacitate you, make you into a helpless target. The difference between them is like the difference between Aro and me. Aro hears the mind of only one person at a time. Jane can only hurt the one object of her focus. I can hear everyone at the same time.”
      I felt cold as I saw where he was going. “And Alec can incapacitate us all at the same time?” I whispered.
      “Yes,” he said. “If he uses his gift against us, we will all stand blind and deaf until they get around to killing us—maybe they’ll simply burn us without bothering to tear us apart first. Oh, we could try to fight, but we’ll be more likely to hurt one another than we would be to hurt one of them.”
      We walked in silence for a few seconds.
      An idea was shaping itself in my head. Not very promising, but better than nothing.
      “Do you think Alec is a very good fighter?” I asked. “Aside from what he can do, I mean. If he had to fight without his gift. I wonder if he’s ever even tried. . . .”
      Edward glanced at me sharply. “What are you thinking?”
      I looked straight ahead. “Well, he probably can’t do that to me, can he? If what he does is like Aro and Jane and you. Maybe… if he’s never really had to defend himself… and I learned a few tricks—”
      “He’s been with the Volturi for centuries,” Edward cut me off, his voice abruptly panicked. He was probably seeing the same image in his head that I was: the Cullens standing helpless, senseless pillars on the killing field—all but me. I’d be the only one who couldfight. “Yes, you’re surely immune to his power, but you are still a newborn, Bella. I can’t make you that strong a fighter in a few weeks. I’m sure he’s had training.”
      “Maybe, maybe not. It’s the one thing I can do that no one else can. Even if I can just distracthim for a while—” Could I last long enough to give the others a chance?
      “Please, Bella,” Edward said through his teeth. “Let’s not talk about this.”
      “Be reasonable.”
      “I will try to teach you what I can, but please don’t make me think about you sacrificing yourself as a diversion—” He choked, and didn’t finish.
      I nodded. I would keep my plans to myself, then. First Alec and then, if I was miraculously lucky enough to win, Jane. If I could only even things out—remove the Volturi’s overwhelming offensive advantage. Maybe then there was a chance.… My mind raced ahead. What if I wasable to distract or even take them out? Honestly, why would either Jane or Alec ever have needed to learn battle skills? I couldn’t imagine petulant little Jane surrendering her advantage, even to learn.
      If I was able to kill them, what a difference that would make.
      “I have to learn everything. As much as you can possibly cram into my head in the next month,” I murmured.
      He acted as if I hadn’t spoken.
      Who next, then? I might as well have my plans in order so that, if I did live past attacking Alec, there would be no hesitation in my strike. I tried to think of another situation where my thick skull would give me an advantage. I didn’t know enough about what the others did. Obviously, fighters like the huge Felix were beyond me. I could only try to give Emmett his fair fight there. I didn’t know much about the rest of the Volturi guard, besides Demetri. . . .
      My face was perfectly smooth as I considered Demetri. Without a doubt, he would be a fighter. There was no other way he could have survived so long, always at the spear point of any attack. And he must always lead, because he was their tracker—the best tracker in the world, no doubt. If there had been one better, the Volturi would have traded up. Aro didn’t surround himself with second best.
      If Demetri didn’t exist, then we couldrun. Whoever was left of us, in any case. My daughter, warm in my arms… Someone could run with her. Jacob or Rosalie, whoever was left.
      And… if Demetri didn’t exist, then Alice and Jasper could be safe forever. Is that what Alice had seen? That part of our family could continue? The two of them, at the very least.
      Could I begrudge her that?
      “Demetri…,” I said.
      “Demetri is mine,” Edward said in a hard, tight voice. I looked at him quickly and saw that his expression had turned violent.
      “Why?” I whispered.
      He didn’t answer at first. We were to the river when he finally murmured, “For Alice. It’s the only thanks I can give her now for the last fifty years.”
      So his thoughts were in line with mine.
      I heard Jacob’s heavy paws thudding against the frozen ground. In seconds, he was pacing beside me, his dark eyes focused on Renesmee.
      I nodded to him once, then returned to my questions. There was so little time.
      “Edward, why do you think Alice told us to ask Eleazar about the Volturi? Has he been in Italy recently or something? What could he know?”
      “Eleazar knows everything when it comes to the Volturi. I forgot you didn’t know. He used to be one of them.”
      I hissed involuntarily. Jacob growled beside me.
      “What?” I demanded, in my head picturing the beautiful dark-haired man at our wedding wrapped in a long, ashy cloak.
      Edward’s face was softer now—he smiled a little. “Eleazar is a very gentle person. He wasn’t entirely happy with the Volturi, but he respected the law and its need to be upheld. He felt he was working toward the greater good. He doesn’t regret his time with them. But when he found Carmen, he found his place in this world. They are very similar people, both very compassionate for vampires.” He smiled again. “They met Tanya and her sisters, and they never looked back. They are well suited to this lifestyle. If they’d never found Tanya, I imagine they would have eventually discovered a way to live without human blood on their own.”
      The pictures in my head were jarring. I couldn’t make them match up. A compassionate Volturi soldier?
      Edward glanced at Jacob and answered a silent question. “No, he wasn’t one of their warriors, so to speak. He had a gift they found convenient.”
      Jacob must have asked the obvious follow-up question.
      “He has an instinctive feel for the gifts of others—the extra abilities that some vampires have,” Edward told him. “He could give Aro a general idea of what any given vampire was capable of just by being in proximity with him or her. This was helpful when the Volturi went into battle. He could warn them if someone in the opposing coven had a skill that might give them some trouble. That was rare; it takes quite a skill to even inconvenience the Volturi for a moment. More often, the warning would give Aro the chance to save someone who might be useful to him. Eleazar’s gift works even with humans, to an extent. He has to really concentrate with humans, though, because the latent ability is so nebulous. Aro would have him test the people who wanted to join, to see if they had any potential. Aro was sorry to see him go.”
      “They let him go?” I asked. “Just like that?”
      His smile was darker now, a little twisted. “The Volturi aren’t supposed to be the villains, the way they seem to you. They are the foundation of our peace and civilization. Each member of the guard chooses to serve them. It’s quite prestigious; they all are proud to be there, not forced to be there.”
      I scowled at the ground.
      “They’re only alleged to be heinous and evil by the criminals, Bella.”
      “We’re not criminals.”
      Jacob huffed in agreement.
      “They don’t know that.”
      “Do you really think we can make them stop and listen?”
      Edward hesitated just the tiniest moment and then shrugged. “If we find enough friends to stand beside us. Maybe.”
      If. I suddenly felt the urgency of what we had before us today. Edward and I both started to move faster, breaking into a run. Jacob caught up quickly.
      “Tanya shouldn’t be too much longer,” Edward said. “We need to be ready.”
      How to be ready, though? We arranged and rearranged, thought and rethought. Renesmee in full view? Or hidden at first? Jacob in the room? Or outside? He’d told his pack to stay close but invisible. Should he do the same?
      In the end, Renesmee, Jacob—in his human form again—and I waited around the corner from the front door in the dining room, sitting at the big polished table. Jacob let me hold Renesmee; he wanted space in case he had to phase quickly.
      Though I was glad to have her in my arms, it made me feel useless. It reminded me that in a fight with mature vampires, I was no more than an easy target; I didn’t need my hands free.
      I tried to remember Tanya, Kate, Carmen, and Eleazar from the wedding. Their faces were murky in my ill-lit memories. I only knew they were beautiful, two blondes and two brunettes. I couldn’t remember if there was any kindness in their eyes.
      Edward leaned motionlessly against the back window wall, staring toward the front door. It didn’t look like he was seeing the room in front of him.
      We listened to the cars zooming past out on the freeway, none of them slowing.
      Renesmee nestled into my neck, her hand against my cheek but no images in my head. She didn’t have pictures for her feelings now.
      “What if they don’t like me?” she whispered, and all our eyes flashed to her face.
      “Of course they’ll—,” Jacob started to say, but I silenced him with a look.
      “They don’t understand you, Renesmee, because they’ve never met anyone like you,” I told her, not wanting to lie to her with promises that might not come true. “Getting them to understand is the problem.”
      She sighed, and in my head flashed pictures of all of us in one quick burst. Vampire, human, werewolf. She fit nowhere.
      “You’re special, that’s not a bad thing.”
      She shook her head in disagreement. She thought of our strained faces and said, “This is my fault.”
      “No,” Jacob, Edward, and I all said at exactly the same time, but before we could argue further, we heard the sound we’d been waiting for: the slowing of an engine on the freeway, the tires moving from pavement to soft dirt.
      Edward darted around the corner to stand waiting by the door. Renesmee hid in my hair. Jacob and I stared at each other across the table, desperation on our faces.
      The car moved quickly through the woods, faster than Charlie or Sue drove. We heard it pull into the meadow and stop by the front porch. Four doors opened and closed. They didn’t speak as they approached the door. Edward opened it before they could knock.
      “Edward!” a female voice enthused.
      “Hello, Tanya. Kate, Eleazar, Carmen.”
      Three murmured hellos.
      “Carlisle said he needed to talk to us right away,” the first voice said, Tanya. I could hear that they all were still outside. I imagined Edward in the doorway, blocking their entrance. “What’s the problem? Trouble with the werewolves?”
      Jacob rolled his eyes.
      “No,” Edward said. “Our truce with the werewolves is stronger than ever.”
      A woman chuckled.
      “Aren’t you going to invite us in?” Tanya asked. And then she continued without waiting for an answer. “Where’s Carlisle?”
      “Carlisle had to leave.”
      There was a short silence.
      “What’s going on, Edward?” Tanya demanded.
      “If you could give me the benefit of the doubt for just a few minutes,” he answered. “I have something difficult to explain, and I’ll need you to be open-minded until you understand.”
      “Is Carlisle all right?” a male voice asked anxiously. Eleazar.
      “None of us is all right, Eleazar,” Edward said, and then he patted something, maybe Eleazar’s shoulder. “But physically, Carlisle is fine.”
      “Physically?” Tanya asked sharply. “What do you mean?”
      “I mean that my entire family is in very grave danger. But before I explain, I ask for your promise. Listen to everything I say before you react. I am begging you to hear me out.”
      A longer silence greeted his request. Through the strained hush, Jacob and I stared wordlessly at each other. His russet lips paled.
      “We’re listening,” Tanya finally said. “We will hear it all before we judge.”
      “Thank you, Tanya,” Edward said fervently. “We wouldn’t involve you in this if we had any other choice.”
      Edward moved. We heard four sets of footsteps walk through the doorway.
      Someone sniffed. “I knew those werewolves were involved,” Tanya muttered.
      “Yes, and they’re on our side. Again.”
      The reminder silenced Tanya.
      “Where’s your Bella?” one of the other female voices asked. “How is she?”
      “She’ll join us shortly. She’s well, thank you. She’s taken to immortality with amazing finesse.”
      “Tell us about the danger, Edward,” Tanya said quietly. “We’ll listen, and we’ll be on your side, where we belong.”
      Edward took a deep breath. “I’d like you to witness for yourselves first. Listen—in the other room. What do you hear?”
      It was quiet, and then there was movement.
      “Just listen first, please,” Edward said.
      “A werewolf, I assume. I can hear his heart,” Tanya said.
      “What else?” Edward asked.
      There was a pause.
      “What is that thrumming?” Kate or Carmen asked. “Is that… some kind of a bird?”
      “No, but remember what you’re hearing. Now, what do you smell? Besides the werewolf.”
      “Is there a human here?” Eleazar whispered.
      “No,” Tanya disagreed. “It’s not human… but… closer to human than the rest of the scents here. What is that, Edward? I don’t think I’ve ever smelled that fragrance before.”
      “You most certainly have not, Tanya. Please, pleaseremember that this is something entirely new to you. Throw away your preconceived notions.”
      “I promised you I would listen, Edward.”
      “All right, then. Bella? Bring out Renesmee, please.”
      My legs felt strangely numb, but I knew that feeling was all in my head. I forced myself not to hold back, not to move sluggishly, as I got to my feet and walked the few short feet to the corner. The heat from Jacob’s body flamed close behind me as he shadowed my steps.
      I took one step into the bigger room and then froze, unable to force myself farther forward. Renesmee took a deep breath and then peeped out from under my hair, her little shoulders tight, expecting a rebuff.
      I thought I’d prepared myself for their reaction. For accusations, for shouting, for the motionlessness of deep stress.
      Tanya skittered back four steps, her strawberry curls quivering, like a human confronted by a venomous snake. Kate jumped back all the way to the front door and braced herself against the wall there. A shocked hiss came from between her clenched teeth. Eleazar threw himself in front of Carmen in a protective crouch.
      “Oh please,” I heard Jacob complain under his breath.
      Edward put his arm around Renesmee and me. “You promised to listen,” he reminded them.
      “Some things cannot be heard!” Tanya exclaimed. “How could you, Edward? Do you not know what this means?”
      “We have to get out of here,” Kate said anxiously, her hand on the doorknob.
      “Edward . . .” Eleazar seemed beyond words.
      “Wait,” Edward said, his voice harder now. “Remember what you hear, what you smell. Renesmee is not what you think she is.”
      “There are no exceptions to this rule, Edward,” Tanya snapped back.
      “Tanya,” Edward said sharply, “you can hear her heartbeat! Stop and think about what that means.”
      “Her heartbeat?” Carmen whispered, peering around Eleazar’s shoulder.
      “She’s not a full vampire child,” Edward answered, directing his attention toward Carmen’s less hostile expression. “She is half-human.”
      The four vampires stared at him like he was speaking a language none of them knew.
      “Hear me.” Edward’s voice shifted into a smooth velvet tone of persuasion. “Renesmee is one of a kind. I am her father. Not her creator—her biological father.”
      Tanya’s head was shaking, just a tiny movement. She didn’t seem aware of it.
      “Edward, you can’t expect us to—,” Eleazar started to say.
      “Tell me another explanation that fits, Eleazar. You can feel the warmth of her body in the air. Blood runs in her veins, Eleazar. You can smell it.”
      “How?” Kate breathed.
      “Bella is her biological mother,” Edward told her. “She conceived, carried, and gave birth to Renesmee while she was still human. It nearly killed her. I was hard-pressed to get enough venom into her heart to save her.”
      “I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Eleazar said. His shoulders were still stiff, his expression cold.
      “Physical relationships between vampires and humans are not common,” Edward answered, a bit of dark humor in his tone now. “Human survivors of such trysts are even less common. Wouldn’t you agree, cousins?”
      Both Kate and Tanya scowled at him.
      “Come now, Eleazar. Surely you can see the resemblance.”
      It was Carmen who responded to Edward’s words. She stepped around Eleazar, ignoring his half-articulated warning, and walked carefully to stand right in front of me. She leaned down slightly, looking carefully into Renesmee’s face.
      “You seem to have your mother’s eyes,” she said in a low, calm voice, “but your father’s face.” And then, as if she could not help herself, she smiled at Renesmee.
      Renesmee’s answering smile was dazzling. She touched my face without looking away from Carmen. She imagined touching Carmen’s face, wondering if that was okay.
      “Do you mind if Renesmee tells you about it herself?” I asked Carmen. I was still too stressed to speak above a whisper. “She has a gift for explaining things.”
      Carmen was still smiling at Renesmee. “Do you speak, little one?”
      “Yes,” Renesmee answered in her trilling high soprano. All of Tanya’s family flinched at the sound of her voice except for Carmen. “But I can show you more than I can tell you.”
      She placed her little dimpled hand on Carmen’s cheek.
      Carmen stiffened like an electric shock had run through her. Eleazar was at her side in an instant, his hands on her shoulders as if to yank her away.
      “Wait,” Carmen said breathlessly, her unblinking eyes locked on Renesmee’s.
      Renesmee “showed” Carmen her explanation for a long time. Edward’s face was intent as he watched with Carmen, and I wished so much that I could hear what he heard, too. Jacob shifted his weight impatiently behind me, and I knew he was wishing the same.
      “What’s Nessie showing her?” he grumbled under his breath.
      “Everything,” Edward murmured.
      Another minute passed, and Renesmee dropped her hand from Carmen’s face. She smiled winningly at the stunned vampire.
      “She really is your daughter, isn’t she?” Carmen breathed, switching her wide topaz eyes to Edward’s face. “Such a vivid gift! It could only have come from a very gifted father.”
      “Do you believe what she showed you?” Edward asked, his expression intense.
      “Without a doubt,” Carmen said simply.
      Eleazar’s face was rigid with distress. “Carmen!”
      Carmen took his hands into her own and squeezed them. “Impossible as it seems, Edward has told you nothing but truth. Let the child show you.”
      Carmen nudged Eleazar closer to me and then nodded at Renesmee. “Show him, mi querida.”
      Renesmee grinned, clearly delighted with Carmen’s acceptance, and touched Eleazar lightly on the forehead.
       “Ay caray!”he spit, and jerked away from her.
      “What did she do to you?” Tanya demanded, coming closer warily. Kate crept forward, too.
      “She’s just trying to show you her side of the story,” Carmen told him in a soothing voice.
      Renesmee frowned impatiently. “Watch, please,” she commanded Eleazar. She stretched her hand out to him and then left a few inches between her fingers and his face, waiting.
      Eleazar eyed her suspiciously and then glanced at Carmen for help. She nodded encouragingly. Eleazar took a deep breath and then leaned closer until his forehead touched her hand again.