I must have her.
I hear the rush of ambrosia through her veins, feel seductive warmth from across the room where she stands beside my brother.
For him, I will abstain.
For him, and for my ever hopeful Alice, who places far too much faith in me. She cannot read my thoughts, but he can. His golden eyes flicker to mine, warning and rebuke beneath that mess of auburn hair.
The paper slips. A drop of blood breaks through Bella's skin.
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