Esme was already moving; her hand touched an inconspicuous keypad on the wall and with a groan, huge metal shutters began sealing up the glass wall. I gaped.
"About three miles out past the river; he's circling around to meet up with the female."
"What's the plan?"
"We break their fuckin' legs," Emmett said, punching his hand decisively.
"Actually, I was thinking we'd lead him off, and then Jasper and Alice will run her south."
"And then we break their legs?"
Fredward's tone was deadly. I hoped Yames was listening. "As soon as Bella is clear, we hunt him down."
"Fuckin' A," Emmett belched.
"I guess there's no other choice," Carlisle agreed, his face grim.
Fredward turned to Rosalie.
"Get her upstairs and trade clothes," Fredward commanded. She stared back at him with livid disbelief.
"I haven't done my laundry in centuries, Fredward!"
"We don't have time for jokes, Rosalie. Time is of the ess—"
"Why should I?" She hissed. "What is she to me? She's nothing, a human, a delicious little menace—a danger you've chosen to inflict on all of us."
I flinched. I couldn't believe she was such a dirty bitch, and now of all times.
"Rose... " Emmett murmured, putting one hand on her shoulder. She shook it off.
"WHY SHOULD I?" She screeched.
Fredward rolled his eyes. "You aren't the only one wearing clothes in this room, Rosalie. Esme?"
"Of course," Esme murmured.
Esme was at my side in half a heartbeat, swinging me up easily into her arms and dashing up the stairs before I could gasp in shock. Flashes of wedding arches and bridal thresholds flashed through my mind. She had strong, sure hands. I tried to stifle a blush.

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