Jasper is on the hunt for Bella. This time, Edward is by Bella's side - but there is no telling for how long Edward can keep her safe... Don't read Inexplicable until you've (In order) read:
1.) Tears Don't Fall
2.) Unforgettable DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, or content taken from the twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.
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7. Chapter 7
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The plane was just about as comfortable as the fact that Jasper wanted me for his mate. Edward’s nervous eyes darted around the small cramped space. It hurt me to see him so anxious. I lay a clammy hand on his knee. Edward turned to look at me.
“He can’t possibly track us as far as Europe, can he?” I asked, my words meaning to be comforting.
“You never know, Bella. I couldn’t hear him when he was close enough to manipulate your feelings. He could be on this plane, for all I know.” Edward muttered, clearly annoyed of this fact.
“Can you smell him? Emmett asked, poking his burly head in through the crack between our seats. The only thing I could smell was Emmett’s slightly spicy scent, strong, but pleasant. I found myself wondering for the briefest moment what kind of shampoo he used.
Edward appeared to be sniffing the air. “No.” He finally said, glad of this fact. “Not a trace.” Jasper may have been able to conceal his thoughts somehow, but there was absolutely no way he could conceal his scent. Edward wrinkled up his nose in a manner that made me think for a moment that maybe Jasper was on the plane, after all.
“What’s wrong?” I asked; my hand on his.
Edward turned and smiled crookedly. “Beef stroganoff.” I could smell it now. It smelled like sweaty socks and bad deodorant. But the thought of food made me slightly hungry. I asked for a serving and pushed the stroganoff aside, eating the buttered roll instead. Edward eyed the brown stew contemptuously.
“At least you’re not eating it,” I sighed, biting into the sadly dry roll despite the butter I had slathered on it.
“It doesn’t look very appetizing...” Then he sniffed the air. “Or smell.”
I fought back a giggle as I waved at the attendant to take away my tray. She barely glanced at the full bowl and sighed as she swept it off my tray. Now I could rest, without any distractions, next to Edward.
But just as my eyelids began to droop, Edward let out a sigh that woke me. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m jealous.” He said with a beautiful pout.
“Your ability to sleep. I wish I could, too.” Then he gestured to Rosalie and Emmett, who were sitting hand in hand behind us. “And I bet they do too.” This was probably true. Neither of them had anything to do for the eight hour plane ride. I was the only one who could pass the time by closing my eyes.
“Do you think Alice is still alive?” I asked after I waved the same attendant down and asked for a coke. I would stay awake as long as I could for Edward. “Or do you think it was just a cruel joke?”
Edward thought for a moment, stealing my can of coke and moving the tip of his icy finger along its metal edge. “I’m sure it was Alice. How many real psychics are there in the world?” Edward’s faith that his sister was still alive made my heart stop beating. I loved that he had so much faith.
“I think she’s alive, too.” I whispered.
“I’m glad that I’m not the only one.” Edward smiled his crooked smile and then pressed his icy lips against my forehead. I wondered for a moment why Rosalie and Emmett wouldn’t believe Edward when he said that Alice was still alive. He did give a pretty reasonable answer. How many real psychics are there in New York? “Now sleep.” I nodded obediently and let my eyelids droop.
I woke up to the slight rustle of fabric as Edward shook me awake. “We’re in England.”What light through yonder window break? It is the east, and you, are the sun.
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