Interceded? You Threw Me To

I’d Noticed That His Eyes Were Black – Coal Black.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

He Called You Pretty...that's Practically An Insult, The Way You Look Right Now...you're Much More Than Beautiful.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

"you've Experienced The Way I Can Manipulate The Emotions Around Myself, Bella, But I Wonder If You Realize How The Feelings In A Room Affect Me. I Live Every Day In A Climate Of Emotion. For The First Century Of My Life, I Lived In A World Of Bloodthirsty Vengeance. Hate Was My Constant Companion." - Jasper Hale