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Chapter 10

Itoro paused mid-brush. Something was wrong. They'd been back for all of ten minutes after a solo hunt. Something was wrong.

"Toto?" Carlisle called. He always seemed to know when Itoro's intuition went off.

"There's – something's happening," they said, dropping the paintbrush, leaving the painting of Jasper and Emmett curled up together alone.

They made it to the kitchen and Carlisle's phone rang. He looked at Itoro. "It's Alice. Edward's going to kill himself."

Carlisle answered it, murmuring Alice's name.

It was just them, Esme, and Rosalie. Emmett and Jasper were out hunting or sparring. "We're heading to Volterra. Bella's the only one who can stop Edward. But it'll be close."

"Carlisle?" Bella's voice said, and Itoro looked up at the sound. She was there with Alice, but why the fuck was Bella there when she was supposed to be terrified of them?

"Go back to sleep, Bella."

Itoro stopped, then turned and looked at Rosalie. "This is your fault," they said, and they knew the words were true. Rosalie – inadvertently or purposely – did this. She told Edward, and now Edward was going to get himself killed or do his best to get the Volturi to take his head.

"What?"

"You told him. Don't play dumb with me, Rose. You know I can tell."

Rosalie looked away. "He called. Asked where everyone was. He wanted to know why Alice was back in Forks. I told him."

Itoro glared at their sister. "You idiot!" she yelled, then shoved Rosalie. She went flying, breaking a wall as she went. "You moronic fool. You know Edward adores Bella, lives for her. He's mourning and now you've made it worse."

"Itoro, please," Esme cried, but Itoro ignored her completely.

"If Edward dies, his death is on your head. I might've fucked up with Bella, but there's no forgiving what you've done to Edward."

Rosalie snarled and got up and charged Itoro. They moved out of the way, light on her feet, and their hands grabbed Rosalie's. Itoro quickly twisted Rosalie's arms behind her back. They put their knee into her lower back and made her kneel.

"Itoro," Carlisle said, tone serious.

"I know you don't get along well with Edward, but you should've known he would do something like this. He's obsessed with Bella, he even said she was his one reason to live. He could survive knowing she was alive in Forks, but now he thinks she's dead. He won't listen to us. He's gone to the Volturi to try and kill himself."

"They'll stop him, you know they will."

Itoro let her go. "I can't tell."

Esme gasped and choked on a sob. Rosalie rubbed at her arms but stopped short. "What?"

"I can't tell," Itoro repeated. "I can't tell if you've killed him or not. Everything feels weird. I can't make sense of what I'm feeling. He could reveal himself to the humans in Volterra, and they'd have to kill him for that, but I can't – I don't know if he can do that or not. The Volturi might kill him because he hasn't turned Bella, who should've been turned or killed for knowing our secret. Her choices are still – I know her choices are still death or undeath, but I can't ... feel when she has to make the choice, if she's the one who gets to make it anymore. Edward's choices are harder to-to try and sense. I can't – I can't tell."

Rosalie dusted herself off, and tried to put a mask of indifference on to hide her emotions. "You're being dramatic."

Itoro sent her a scathing look. She turned to Esme and Carlisle. "Are you going to make your choice?"