Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, From Her, With Her, Beside Her, and Near Her. Thirty years and three children later, Quil and Claire have settled down and settled in to their happy life together. But when an old enemy moves back into town and threatens a member of their family in a way no one could have predicted, how will they keep him safe?
I am SERIOUSLY running out of titles here. I'll need some suggestions when the sequel rolls around. So read the prequels. Please. Or else this will be extremely confusing.
10. Chapter 10
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Carlisle sighed. “Why, of course. It will be a bit of an inconvenience, I hate to mention, but we don’t mind. We would not want to ruin your family. I should hope you’d extend the same courtesy to us…should the occasion ever arise.”
He performed the negotiation much more skillfully than I did. He really didn’t even sound like he’s bargaining, just stating something. It’s the tiny bit of stress on the ever that shows me it’s a deal. “Of course. We pretty much consider the treaty not an issue anymore… I’d say we’ve built up enough trust to not attack every six seconds. I mean, no murder, obviously. But if the Bella situation were to re-arise, I think we could handle that pretty well.”
Carlisle nodded slowly. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I had to promise Claire I’d come back alive, and everything. We really didn’t have anything to worry about, looks like.”
“Of course not. The pack has nothing to fear from us, Quil. We’ll be leaving here shortly. Hopefully the genes have not already been triggered.”
That was awfully nice of him. I smiled. “Thank you.”
“And thank you for coming by…it was an interesting conversation.”
“To say the least. Say, Carlisle, I have a question. A personal question.”
He made an open gesture. “Fire away.”
“I know this is way none of my business but… your wife… Esme? That it?” Not that I didn’t know, but we made it a rule in the pack that you never admit you can call a bloodsucker by name, unless you’re Seth. “After all this time, all those years, has she… you know. Gotten over it, I guess? Like, is she better?”
Carlisle brushed the blond hair out of his eyes. “I wouldn’t say healed. But yes, I’d say better.”
“So there’s really no hope for us humans, huh.”
“I wouldn’t say that. Your Claire is quite resilient. And she has, by your own words, improved.”
“Yeah. I’d just like… If only I could go back and kill that… if I could stop him from ever laying a hand on her. I’d have grabbed her and run, and damn the consequences. If it meant I had to give up the pack, or my family, or stop phasing and be fourteen years older than her forever… it’d be more than worth it. All of the above, and I’d still be glad to do it for her. But I can’t!” I struggled to calm myself. My brothers knew all this, of course, but they couldn’t understand in more than a distant pitying way. Carlisle could.
“I know. Believe me, I can’t count how many times I’ve wished I’d just changed her when she was sixteen, when I knew I loved her for the first time. But I didn’t. And I can’t go back… at least she can’t really remember it. I have that much.” Carlisle closed his golden eyes and sighed.
I stood. “Well, thanks for the… advice.”
“You’re quite welcome.”