"Of course I have no desire to harm your loved ones, precious Renesmee."
At the sound Aro's voice, sickeningly sweet and dripping with falsehood the way blood pours from the flesh of my victim, I hiss.
A lie! A bald-faced lie!
My mother's voice, so many years gone now that it is faded and distorted, whispers in my mind, "Where the tongue slips, it speaks the truth."
Something tells me that Aro's tongue has never slipped.
I reach out, taking the hands of both Liam and Siobhan. Their eyes shift to me, and I shake my head.
He means murder.
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