I felt green.

    “Victoria?” I choked.
    “It’s not a scent I recognize.”
    “One of the Volturi,” I guessed.
    “Probably.”
    “When?”
    “That’s why I think it must have been them — it wasn’t long ago, early this morning while Charlie was
sleeping. And whoever it was didn’t touch him, so there must have been another purpose.”
    “Looking for me.”
    He didn’t answer. His body was frozen, a statue.
    “What are you two hissing about in here?” Charlie asked suspiciously, rounding the corner with an empty
popcorn bowl in his hands.
    I felt green. A vampire had been in the house looking for me while Charlie slept. Panic overwhelmed me,
closed my throat. I couldn’t answer, I just stared at him in horror.
    Charlie’s expression changed. Abruptly, he was grinning. “If you two are having a fight . . . well, don’t let
me interrupt.”
    Still grinning, he put his bowl in the sink and sauntered out of the room.
    “Let’s go,” Edward said in a low hard voice.
    “But Charlie!” The fear was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.
    He deliberated for a short second, and then his phone was in his hand.
    “Emmett,” he muttered into the receiver. He began talking so fast that I couldn’t understand the words. It
was over in half a minute. He started pulling me toward the door.
    “Emmett and Jasper are on their way,” he whispered when he felt my resistance. “They’ll sweep the
woods. Charlie is fine.”
    I let him drag me along then, too panicked to think clearly. Charlie met my frightened eyes with a smug

grin, which suddenly turned to confusion. Edward had me out the door before Charlie could say anything.
    “Where are we going?” I couldn’t stop whispering, even after we were in the car.
    “We’re going to talk to Alice,” he told me, his volume normal but his voice bleak.
    “You think maybe she saw something?”
    He stared at the road through narrowed eyes. “Maybe.”
    They were waiting for us, on alert after Edward’s call. It was like walking into a museum, everyone still as
statues in various poses of stress.
    “What happened?” Edward demanded as soon as we were through the door. I was shocked to see that
he was glowering at Alice, his hands fisted in anger.
    Alice stood with her arms folded tight across her chest. Only her lips moved. “I have no idea. I didn’t see
anything.”
    “How is that possible?” he hissed.