He Thinks Things Through Too Much.

Fine,' Jared Snapped. 'but If You Try Cuddling Up To Me Tonight... So Help Me, O'shea." Ian Chuckled. ' Not To Sound Overly Arrogant, But To Be Perfectly Honest, Jared, Were I So Inclined, I Think I Could Do Better.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.

I Already Know How Strong You Are. You Didn't Have To Break The Furniture." —bella Swan

We're A Bit Sensitive To Blood Around Here. I'm Sure You Can Understand That.