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"There's sweet music here that softer falls than petals from blown roses on the grass. Or night-dews on still waters between walls of shadowy granite in a gleaming pass. Music that brings sweet sleep down from blissful skies."
I watched from the other side of Ness as my sister read. The little angel was asleep, so she closed the book and turned off the light.
"Mom?"
My sister and I looked down at the little voice that had spoken.
"Hmm?"
"Did Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper run away because we're going to die?"
I looked down at the girl with wide eyes.
"Who told you that, was it Kol?"
Ness giggled and shook her head. Bella sent me a warning look as she went to reassure her child.
"No. I think they left to keep us safer. That's what all these other people are here for, too. I'll never let anybody hurt you."
I stroked Ness' chocolate brown hair as she looked up at her mother.
I left the two for a moment and went into the little living room.
I watched the roaring fire, content in the peacefulness. Alice's note laid on the table, and I studied her handwriting carefully.
"It's strange. Physically, I feel like I could demolish a tank. Mentally, I just feel drained."
My sister voiced from the couch behind me. I knew how that felt. With all the stress the last few weeks, I was ready to sleep for five months.
"How about a bath?" Edward asked his wife.
I cringed as I heard the sound of lips smacking and buttons being undone.
"Could you not have sex everywhere with me in the room and your child in the next room?"
"Bella, I've had the habit of underestimating you. Every obstacle you've faced, I'd think you couldn't overcome it. And you just did. You're the reason they have something to fight for. My family."
I smiled softly to myself at Edwards little speech. He really would do anything for my sister.
I turned around to face my sister as Edward left the room.
I watched with curious eyes as she studied the note that Alice left us. She flipped it over, and then rushed over to her bookshelf.
She pulled out 'The Merchant of Venice' and opened to the first couple of pages, where she beckoned me over.
'J. Jenks, Seattle- destroy this'
I watched as my sister threw the book into the fire, and I left the little cottage, walking back to the Cullen house.
