although his forehead did crease. "You're going to recover, Bella. You may have a scar or two..."
"You're wrong." I insisted. "I'm going to die."
"Really, Bella?" He was doubtful. "You'll be out of here in a few days. Two weeks at most."
I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die eventually. Every minute of the day, I get older. You add all those minutes up and I'm going to get old. Every passing day is another step away from youth, from life, from you."
He frowned as what I was saying sunk in, pressing his long beautiful fingers to his temples and closing his eyes. "That's how it's supposed to happen. That's how it should happen. That's how it would have happened if I didn't exist—and I shouldn't exist." His guilt stung me.
I snorted. He opened his eyes in surprise. "Look, Fredward, that's just stupid. That's like someone who's just won the lottery taking their money and saying, 'Look, let's just go back to how things should be. It was better that way.' And I'm not buying it."
"I'm hardly a lottery prize," he growled, understanding the metaphor with ease.
"Bullshit. Bull. Shit." I let the last syllable roll off my tongue like a lump of shit.
He rolled his eyes and set his lips. "Bella, we're not having this discussion anymore. I refuse to damn you to an eternity of night and that's the end of it."
"If you think that's the end, then you have no idea," I warned him. "You're not the only vampire I know."
His eyes went black again. "Alice wouldn't dare."
And for a moment, I believed him; he looked so frightening that I

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