Violet Forsythe has finally found peace.
She successfully escaped a coven of malignant vampires, worked hard to get an education, and has actually managed to pull herself together.
But, as old acquaintances begin to resurface, the life that Violet w...
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"When did you get here?" I asked Demetri as I stood up from the couch. I was completely bewildered.
I felt a flurry of mixed feelings when our eyes met; I felt nervous, apprehensive, and intrigued - and the room was so dark, with only the glow of the fire place illuminating the small room. I felt the full weight of being unaccompanied with him; we were very, very alone.
'We need to talk.'
"I just arrived," he said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Could you please close the door?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself and trying my damnest to sidestep the impending conversation.
Demetri complied without comment, and, thankfully, stayed on his side of the room.
I knew I'd have to handle the Demetri situation eventually, but I didn't think it would have to come up so soon.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Us."
"What about us?"
"Really?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest. "That's the card you're going to play?"
My heart raced in my chest and my cheeks burned severely. "What else do you want me to say?"
"You know, I understand why you avoided me when you didn't have your memories - I still need to thank Renesmee for that one, by the way - but you remember me now and...what? Do you expect that we should move forward as if we never happened?"
"Demetri," I sighed. The whole ordeal pained me. Our relationship, which began innocently enough, had evolved into something much more complicated and, to be honest, I wasn't sure what to do about it.
"You and I..." I began, before pausing, immediately losing steam.
I tried again. "We— Demetri," I said, my voice pleading. I really didn't want to have that conversation. He and I both knew the reality of our situation. What was the point of rehashing it?
"Why do we need to do this?" I asked. "We both knew how this is going to end. We knew from the start."
"We need to have this conversation," he said slowly, taking a few steps closer to me, positioning himself in the center of the room, "because you're wrong."
"I'm not— I don't understand what you're saying."
"I know you're under the impression that Alec is your mate, but you're wrong," Demetri said, holding my gaze with overwhelming intensity.
"How could you even say that?" I demanded. I felt myself quickly becoming defensive. "I don't think Alec is my mate. I know he is."
