“Don't worry about the bloodsucker,' Jacob suggested, and his tone was smug. 'He's just jealous.' 'Of course I am.' Edward's voice was velvet again, under control, a musical murmur in the darkness.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Odd as this might sound, I suppose I'm glad you're here, Jacob.' 'You mean, 'as much as I'd love to kill you, I'm glad she's warm,' right?” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
