Free Eclipse by Book 3 Page A

"Why? Did Paul get hurt?"
    "No one fought," Edward said quietly, only to me. "No one got hurt. Don't be anxious." Jacob was staring at us with incredulous eyes. "You didn't tell her anything at all, did you? Is that why you took her away? So she wouldn't know that -?"
    "Leave now." Edward cut him off mid-sentence, and his face was abruptly frightening - truly frightening. For a second, he looked like . . . like a vampire . He glared at Jacob with vicious, unveiled loathing.
    Jacob raised his eyebrows, but made no other move. "Why haven't you told her?" They faced each other in silence for a long moment. More students gathered behind Tyler and Austin. I saw Mike next to Ben - Mike had one hand on Ben's shoulder, like he was holding him in place.
    In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn't want me to know.
    Something that Jacob wouldn't have kept from me.
    Something that had the Cullens and the wolves both in the woods, moving in hazardous proximity to each other.
    Something that would cause Edward to insist that I fly across the country. Something that Alice had seen in a vision last week - a vision Edward had lied to me about. Something I'd been waiting for anyway. Something I knew would happen again, as much as I might wish it never would. It was never going to end, was it?
    I heard the quick gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp of the air dragging through my lips, but I couldn't stop it. It looked like the school was shaking, like there was an earthquake, but I knew it was my own trembling that caused the illusion.
    "She came back for me," I choked out.
    Victoria was never going to give up till I was dead. She would keep repeating the same pattern - feint and run, feint and run - until she found a hole through my defenders. Maybe I'd get lucky. Maybe the Volturi would come for me first - they'd kill me quicker, at least.
    Edward held me tight to his side, angling his body so that he was still between me and Jacob, and stroked my face with anxious hands. "It's fine," he whispered to me. "It's fine. I'll never let her get close to you, it's fine."
    Then he glared at Jacob. "Does that answer your question, mongrel?"
    "You don't think Bella has a right to know?" Jacob challenged. "It's her life." Edward kept his voice muted; even Tyler, edging forward by inches, would be unable to hear. "Why should she be frightened when she was never in danger?"
    "Better frightened than lied to."
    I tried to pull myself together, but my eyes were swimming in moisture. I could see it behind my lids - I could see Victoria's face, her lips pulled back over her teeth, her crimson eyes glowing with the obsession of her vendetta; she held Edward responsible for the demise of her love, James. She wouldn't stop until his love was taken from him, too. Edward wiped the tears from my cheek with his fingertips.
    "Do you really think hurting her is better than protecting her?" he murmured.
    "She's tougher than you think," Jacob said. "And she's been through worse." Abruptly, Jacob's expression shifted, and he was staring at Edward with an odd, speculative expression. His eyes narrowed like he was trying to do a difficult math problem in his head. I felt Edward cringe. I glanced up at him, and his face was contorted in what could only be pain. For one ghastly moment, I was reminded of our afternoon in Italy, in the macabre tower room of the Volturi, where Jane had tortured Edward with her malignant gift, burning him with her thoughts alone. . . .
    The memory snapped me out of my near hysteria and put everything in perspective. Because I'd rather Victoria killed me a hundred times over than watch Edward suffer that way again.
    "That's funny," Jacob said, laughing as he watched Edward's face. Edward winced, but smoothed his expression with a little effort. He couldn't quite hide the agony in his eyes.
    I glanced, wide-eyed, from Edward's grimace to Jacob's sneer.
    "What are you doing to him?" I