You can't trust a vampire, trust me

“How old are you?” she asked.My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.”…”

“In my head, Carlisle’s kind eyes did not judge me. I knew that he would forgive…”

“This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me? I do…”

“I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a …”