Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Divided, Chapter 18 - Teaser

I'm just gonna leave this here and back away....


I couldn’t have been the only one to notice how carefully Jasper held himself as he said, “We’ll stay close.  Scout around a bit.  See if we can’t mop things up before the alarm bells start ringing.”

Jasper was planning something else entirely, but since no one else called him on it, I kept my mouth shut.

“Will that work?”  Edward tilted his head toward Alice.  She glared at him.

“I’m flying just as blind as you are.”

“What about Bella?” Edward asked.  From his tone, I didn’t think I was going to like where he was going.

Peter apparently thought the same.  “What about her?”

“Who’s going to take stay behind to keep her safe?”

I was ready for it.  I had a scathing remark right on the tip of my tongue.  I’d bitten it back so many times in the past, for various reasons, but this time I didn’t want to argue that I should be fighting instead of hiding, and I wasn’t secretly afraid that I couldn’t be on my own.  Gentlemanly to the point of insulting was exactly right; add in his over-protective streak and I was tempted to slap Edward.  I took a breath, ready to let him have it, and then Peter beat me to the punch.

“She can take care of herself.”

“Against vampires?” Edward asked, as if Peter had momentarily forgotten that detail.

Peter grinned, flashing his teeth.  “She did fine with me.”

“You would leave her defenseless?”

“No.  I’m not going to leave her at all, but don’t assume you know my reasons.”

I almost laughed.  It took far too much effort to keep it in, and a deranged sounding snort made its way out of me instead.  It was Peter to a tee; always pushing buttons just to see what would happen.  The most surprising part of it was that Peter’s jab did something I’d have thought impossible.  Edward dropped the subject of my safety, and didn’t bring it up again.  Glancing between them, I almost thought that some sort of grudging respect might have been formed.

Edward crossed his arms and stared daggers at the carpeting while conversation rose through the room once more.  

“So the question is, how many?” Peter asked.

“Stop asking me!”  Alice snapped, making a rude gesture toward Peter.  “I can’t see anything with you involved, you know that.  So either you resolve to splitting up or you shut up.”

Jasper gave more consideration to Alice’s outburst than Peter did.  After a tense couple of minutes that seemed to stretch far longer than possible, he made up his mind.  He faced Peter.  “Which side do you want?”

Peter faltered for a second; just long enough for me to catch the waver in his his stance, the flicker in his eyes.  “I’ll hold the front.”

Jasper glanced at me and said, “I figured.”


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