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The sequel to "TWISTED." Post-Eclipse. Lilly and Jacob set off to stop Lilly's vision from coming true. **I'm so sorry this is taking so long, I'm struggling to get this one written out. Thanks.** BTW: Reviews are nice, Reviews are what makes me want to write more. I could use the motivation, or the criticism if it's not going so well. Thanks.


2. Chapter 2

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“If you knew something you'd tell me right?” asked Jacob, his voice very serious. I sighed inwardly. I knew this would come up. We were sitting in a coffee shop in Seattle waiting on Jasper's contact. Jacob's dark eyes pierced my granite flesh.

“Maybe,” I replied, turning my gaze out the window. The sky was cloudy, just the way I liked it. Jacob had grumbled about the taxi, but I had been craving some normalcy. He said it would be faster to run. And he was probably right, but I was in no hurry now.

“Maybe?” he said. I realized he'd been waiting for me to continue. When I didn't say anything, he spoke again, “What's wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you'd be happy. We're off on an adventure.” He grinned, a wide toothy grin. I returned it half-heartedly. Maybe bringing Jacob had been a mistake. I considered how I'd feel to see that long, muscled body broke or bleeding. I shuddered at the thought.

“You okay?” asked Jacob, leaning across the table toward me. He face had lost it's grin, replaced by raw concern. I nodded, hoping this would appease him. It seemed to, but he remained hunched over the table, his fiery hand atop my icy one. He played his index finger over my taunt flesh running up this tendon, across that knuckle, and back again. Like a thin trail burning my skin. Inside, I melted.

“Why do we need this guy?” asked Jacob. He was trying to ignore the fact that I wasn't answering him.

“You need a passport,” I replied, looking out the window again. I wasn't sure if this contact was human or otherwise. Jasper had been specific. Just a name and a phone number. I idly wondered if he knew about my kind of people.

“A passport?” scoffed Jacob. “What for? Where are we going?”

“The old country,” I said with a smile. I wanted Jacob to be infuriated. He was so cute when he was frustrated. He would clench his fists and set his eyes in such a way that he was almost cross-eyed. He'd pull his lip up over his teeth in almost a snarl. It made me smile. I realized I'd known Jacob less than a week. I faced him now, taking in his whole face and I smiled.

“What's that look for?” he asked, screwing up his face.

“You're a very handsome man Jacob Black,” I replied. He seemed taken aback by this. He sat back in his chair and smiled back at me.

“You're not so bad yourself Ms. Beckett.” He paused for a minute, taking his time to think up this next inquiry. “So where is 'the old country' for you?”

“Ireland,” I said. The word came so naturally. I hadn't been there for over a hundred years, but it seemed to all come back to me.

“Ireland?” gasped Jacob. He sat forward in his chair again. “Lilly. I've never even been out of Washington.”

“That's why you need a passport, silly.” I gently smacked Jacob on the forehead with a smile on my face.

“Yea, right.” His voice was distant, with the tiniest tinge of fear. I recognized its source instantly.

“You'll fight vampires to the death, but you're afraid of flying?”