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Chapter 23

BPOV
Sitting at the table in the dining hall, I looked across at my dearest friend and saw the tension in every muscle. It had been nearly three days since Jasper had departed our company, and I knew he was awaiting word from Renesmee. He lived for her letters, and I was due one any day. It was not unusual to receive the post with the breaking of our fast, but it varied, and that often made for uncomfortable conversations on the days we expected contact.
Her last missive had been full of excitement and yet tinged with sadness. She had spoken of everything she was learning at the hands of Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, and Esme. I was proud of her diligence and her enthusiasm, but I noticed that she had ceased her inquiry about Jacob. I could not blame her. I had scrupulously ignored them, wanting to protect both Jacob and Renesmee from any possible wrath on Aro's part. Still, when Jacob's name was dropped from her correspondence, I knew he had been hurt, and I hurt on his behalf.
"Mistress," Angela said entering the room, "the morning post has arrived."
She came to the table and sank to her knees before me offering me the missives we had received. Several were from clients, and I would read them later, but then I saw it, Nessie's delicate script, I smiled knowing that Jacob's disquiet would ease for a time. There was one more letter in the pile; this one was addressed to Jacob himself. The handwriting was distinctly masculine, and I looked at the directions upon it to determine who might have sent it.
"Jake, I believe this is from Jasper, for you."
He sprang to his feet and all but snatched the parchment from my hand. "If you will excuse me," he began already turning out of the room.
"Jake, wait," I called after him, "I have received a letter from Nessie, do you not wish to read it?"
He paused and he looked torn. His eyes darted from the letter in his own hand to the one in mine, and I was confused at his reticence. I watched a play of emotions cross his face and then saw him sigh and return to the table.
"Is all well?" Edward asked him.
"Of course," Jacob replied a little too quickly.
"Are you expecting news from Jasper?"
His mouth opened as if he were about to speak and then closed again. This happened three times before he actually spoke. "Jasper and I bonded during his visit. He is a good man, and I believe he will prove an excellent friend. He has promised to keep me well informed of Nessie's progress, and I am anxious to hear his thoughts."
"I would have thought you would be more anxious to hear her own thoughts," Edward commented.
"Of course, you are right. Please Bella, read the letter."
And so I did.

JPOV
I enjoyed hearing Nessie's letter to Bella and Edward, but I listened with only one ear. I was too anxious to know what the envelope in my hand held. Would it be a missive from Jasper telling me that Ness had chosen not to risk herself or me and was therefore refusing my correspondence, or would it hold my heart’s desire, a letter to me from my heart? At least no package had arrived. I was nervous that she would again return the ruby and that would be my final answer from her.
After Bella concluded the letter, she held it out to me and I took it, as had become my custom. I held it to my nose and breathed in the light scent of Ness' skin upon the page. "Thank you, Bella. Now, you must excuse me. I wish to re-read it in privacy," I lied.
"Of course, Jacob."
It took every bit of strength to walk calmly from the room and not race to my chamber. Once there, I broke the seal on the message from Jasper and all but tore it open. The moment I saw her handwriting I sank to the bed and trembled. My eyes raked the page.
My dearest and most valued friend,
Your letter was as welcome as a summer breeze on a scorching day. Knowing that you are well and safe has eased my mind greatly. Yet, hearing of your ennui concerns me. How can the absence of one small girl cause you such distress, you must promise me not to allow it.
I cannot focus on those things I need to do if I know you are saddened. I would beg you to pour out your sadness in prose and allow me to ease your mind and spirit as best I can. You and I could always ease each other's way through words.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Her words could ever calm me, but it was in her touch that I found peace and blessed release. God how I missed her. I longed to hear her speak of us, but I knew better. Jasper had been adamant.
I have been invited to dine with His Majesty. I wish you were here to calm my nerves. Alice says that I am ready to be introduced to the court, and that I have nothing to worry about. She says I must focus on who I am now, not who I was. The thing is I feel so uncertain as to who I am meant to be now that I am free.
From the outside looking in, freedom seems an idyllic state of being. One may choose what to do at any moment, but that is not all there is to it, at all. First of all, there is a comfort to having someone else responsible for your life. I used to wake knowing exactly what was expected of me every moment of every day. It may not have been an exciting life in terms of risk; still I never felt pressure or discomfort in my daily existence.
Now I begin to understand how challenging having choices is. One never thinks about the fact that although you may choose for things to go one way or another it is not only your choices that effects things. Although you may choose to pursue one end if the situation involves even one other human soul it is not your choices alone that come into play.
I would choose a destiny for myself that I desire, but if the people I would wish to be a part of that life do not desire the same outcome, then I am at a loss. I may want many things, but just wanting them does not make them possible. Take for example the fact that were I alone in the choice, I would once again reside with those I love at Cullen Estates, yet here I remain, separated from those I hold most dear, because the king deems it so. His choice effects my own, and I believe the choices of others.
Bella has expressed the desire that I were nearer to her during her confinement, and I hold the same desire. I have understood you to have the desire for my company, as well, and I must confess to sharing your thoughts on this score. Still, I do not wonder at the king's caution. I wonder what role remains for me in a house where I once served. What use could I have now to any of you?
Bella has Angela, and I have no doubt that with her, as well as Edward, and yourself, she is completely cared for and has no need of an extra girl to entertain or assist her. I believe Edward enjoyed my songs, but he is perfectly capable of finding amusement in many ways, so he has no real need of me either.
You speak of missing my insight, but Bella must be fully capable of providing you with the information you require. She can be your guide in all business matters, as she should be. You see, I am no longer necessary; you have Bella to take my place in that.
You have not spoken about other duties I had, and I suppose that is a matter of both discretion and respect, now that I am free.
Other duties? Good God, did she mean as my pleasure slave. Could she mean those duties?
I appreciate your delicacy in the matter, but again, I have no illusions about that role going unfulfilled. There are many who would stand in line to be the one you took as the next jewel to dangle from your chain. Tanya, to name but one. I pray you choose carefully and well, both for your sake and the sake of the girl. Being the woman to share your favors is a heady thing. It is easy to forget oneself and convince your heart to forget that it is simply a duty and not more.
Even I had the ability to imagine that the intimacies we shared held as much meaning to you as they had to me. I cannot say that those dreams did not sustain me over this past month. They have helped me believe that one day even I might find true love.
Still, I am distracted at the thought of what role I now fulfill in your world, or if I truly have a place in your life. If I am no longer needed as your sounding board, nor as your physical comforter, then what need have you of me? Am I truly without a home to call my own?
I wish to be honest with you, as I always have been, and state that I would willingly accept any role you deem fit for me. I grieve at the thought of being parted from my ersatz family for an extended length.
I beg your forgiveness for my personal concerns taking precedence in this epistle, but I have been without you as my guide and counsel for what seems like forever. I am trying desperately to think decisions through and to make good choices. I suppose I will soon hear the king's opinion of those selections. Pray that I am able to deport myself in a way that does justice to those who have worked so tirelessly to assist me to become a worthy citizen, yourself included.
All my affection,
Your Diamond
P.S. Thank you for returning the gift you gave me. It resides upon my person at all times, and in a way I feel your presence with me always. In my waking and sleeping hours. It is a blessing for which I am eternally grateful.

I was stunned. She thought she had no role in this house? How could she believe that? She was an integral part of our chosen family. A necessary entity in my life.
More stunning was the concept that I would replace her in my bed. The thought was sacrilege. I had not seen another woman since she entered my life. She sounded so resigned to the idea that my heart broke.
Jasper had set parameters as to what I was and was not free to tell Nessie. I could tell her I wanted her to remain in my life, but I could not pursue her as my bride. I could imply my affection, but not speak it outright. I was at a loss. I wanted to comfort her and help her to understand, but I felt like my hands were tied behind me.
At length, I went to my writing desk. I took a piece of parchment and sharpened the nib of my quill. How did one begin? I looked up at the wall and saw the portrait of my love looking back at me. Her soft brown eyes stared out at me with the look of a woman in love, and if I believed Jasper, a woman in love with me. Still I feared that if her love were not encouraged and kindled the flame of it just might die, and I could not live with that.
I closed my eyes and thought of her lying next to me, late of an evening. I thought about her letter as a conversation we were having after making love. How would I alleviate her fears? Were she here, before I had freed her, I had the same constraints on my speech. If I could do it then, surely I could do it now.

My Sparkling Diamond,
How is it that one so beautiful and precious cannot see her own value? I am sorry that you feel displaced, and even more saddened that it is I who caused you that sensation. Still, I would not undo what I have done, for no woman on earth deserves the possibilities I see stretching out before you more than you do.
What confuses me is how you could imagine that any of your roles could be filled by anyone other than yourself. You have never understood your worth. So allow me to enumerate your permanent place in so many lives.
Let us begin with Edward. You seem to count your contribution to his life the least, and I need to clear that up immediately.
When I first met Edward, he was a lonely and unhappy man. He went about his days doing his work, but no one touched his life, and he touched few himself. He worked as a healer in training within Volterra City, he had a fine reputation, but he was also known as someone who was rather aloof and distant.
I met him when I was negligently injured and sent to him to heal. There was something about him that I recognized in myself. I began to talk to him, and somehow we realized that we were both rather disappointed in the world at large. We had once had dreams, but had set them aside as we aged. His dream was a practice that helped not only the wealthy and titled, but the farmer, and the slave, as well.
I came to believe that a man such as he could be a wonderful addition to the dream Bella and I had of a large plantation for breeding horses. We wanted a vast conglomeration of people, high and low, and we wanted them all treated well.
Edward came on board, and he and I returned to Seattle to begin. He found happiness, not only in loving Bella, but in being helpful to all those who asked. That being said, Edward works well, he always has. Playing, however, has never been his strong suit. Bella has the ability to ease some of the stress he carries with him from his long days of treating illness and disease, but he still carries much of it.
You said you thought he was capable of finding many amusements. You could not be more wrong. In you, he found a sense of wonder and joy he has not found since your departure. He focuses now solely on Bella and her comfort and well being, when he is from his patients. He smiles and finds joy, but he never seems as carefree as he did when he would close his eyes and listen to you sing. Even if it was only for the length of a song, he was relaxed and thinking of nothing other than his own enjoyment.
So no, there is no one who can do that for him other than yourself.
As for Bella, you equate you place in her life as having no more significance than Angela. She is a sweet girl, I will grant you, but Bella has never confided in her. She has never taken her into her confidence and known that she can trust her implicitly. She has a fine husband, and I believe, a wonderful best friend, but without you, she lacks female companionship. You were more than merely her maid, in fact, as she never rid herself of Angela, I do not believe you could even categorize yourself as such. No, Little One, she has always counted you her friend, and it is in that capacity she requires you.
Lastly, we come to your role in my life. How you ever came to decide that you were replaceable there, I shall never know. I fear that I have once again failed you. At one time, it was my duty to be responsible for your well-being. To see you were fed, clothed, and that you had a roof over your head. Those duties I performed admirably, but my main duty I seem to have failed at completely.
Do you remember the first night we were together? When you were presented to me as a gift? That night, I told you that I would only take you if you desired me. You thought it was because I was being noble or kind, but that could not be farther from the truth.
My reason for asking about your own desire was because I was selfish enough to want you to want me the same way I wanted you. I failed you, because I never communicated to you how precious I thought you were.
I was greedy. I took all your time and attempted to engage not only your body, but your mind. Once I saw a glimpse into that intriguing organ I wanted... no, needed more. I was delighted and inspired by it. Each new thing you shared with me made me hungry for more. I found that I craved the pleasures found within your thoughts.
Soon even that was not enough for me. Your body satisfied me more than I have ever imagined possible, and your mind engaged me with each new discovery. But suddenly, it was a different organ I hoped to entangle. I wished to knit you to me so strongly that I could never lose what I thought we shared.
The thing was that the more intimate our bond became the more I failed you. I did not communicate to you how incredibly prized you were. I saw you becoming someone before my very eyes, and I was captivated by the sight. Still I somehow blundered in communicating to you what an amazing thing it was... No, what an amazing creature you are.
I never meant to leave you feeling inadequate or lacking. There is nothing further from the truth. It is blasphemy for you to view yourself as anything less than miraculous. I should die a thousand deaths for not teaching you in every thought and deed exactly what you meant to me.
You are not replaceable in even the smallest measure. Where you once resided is a void within my very soul. So if you choose to return to my life, your place will be held in any capacity you wish to re-enter it. I shall keep open and empty my arms, my mind, my bed, and most importantly my heart.
The last resides in your tender care, dangling upon your delicate wrist. If you feel afraid, or overwhelmed draw on the strength of my affection for you to know that you can get through anything, and when you have traversed this journey of yours to freedom and you grow weary and need a place to rest, your home awaits you until all time ceases.
Your devoted admirer
With that, I folded the letter and closed it with my wax seal. I addressed it to Jasper, and prayed that if he read it first he would not feel the need to censure it.

NPOV
I was standing before my gazing glass trying desperately to calm my nerves. Dinner with the king. Had anyone told me this would one day be my fate I would have gone into hysterics. Yet here I was.
There was a very quiet knock upon my door. I called for entrance and was a bit taken aback by whom I saw. Patrice entered, her eyes downcast and came to kneel before me. "Mistress Alice bid me come and dress your hair, Mistress."
Hearing the title on the girl's lips took me aback. Alice and I had spoken of this. She said I was bound to encounter slaves this evening and best I learn to get used to it. "Please rise, Patrice, and you may call me Miss or Nessie, if you like. We were once the same, and I cannot claim superiority over you by any act of my own."
The girl raised her eyes to my own and smiled. "Thank you, Miss. Mistress says we must help you get used to being addressed so."
I smiled. At least she did not resent my new station. "Then I appreciate your assistance."
"Have you any idea how you would like your hair this evening?"
I turned back to the mirror and looked at the riot of copper curls tumbling down my back. Jacob had always liked my hair, even when I bound it in a tie he was ever unbinding it so he could run his hands through it. Still, I needed to look like a proper lady tonight, not a slave.
"I suppose it should be up, at least partially. Have you any suggestions?"
"Oh yes, Miss. To be truthful I have wanted to get my hands upon your mane since we were first introduced. It is a beautiful mass. If you'll trust me I believe I can make you look even more beautiful than you already are."
I put myself in her capable hands and in a matter of an hour I had a head full of curls which dropped gently onto my neck from a high pile upon the back of my head. My face was also framed in soft ringlets. I looked like a woman, no longer the girl I once knew. I wondered what Jacob would think of the alteration.
"Thank you Patrice. I shall be certain to inform Esme of your skill and also how well you comported yourself."
"Oh thank you, Miss. I strive to make Mistress proud. She has been so very kind to me. As have you. Anna misjudges you."
"She has her reasons, child, do not judge her so harshly. It is not easy to live a life, any life, we must learn to accept people as they are. I hold no hostility toward her."
"Yes, Miss," Patrice said, "Will there be anything further?"
"No thank you. You may return to your other duties."
I slipped into my gown of caramel satin. It was a rich rosy brown hue. It had a long gold chord to bind the bodice. It threaded through eyelets in the front, crisscrossing up from the waist to tie at the breast. Alice said it was the height of fashion. To me it seemed to accentuate my cleavage over much. Still it was a beautiful garment, and it did make my skin and hair look luminous. I pinched my cheeks to bring up a little color, took another deep breath and made my way to the drawing room.
The two couples were waiting for me and each smiled at me as I entered.
"Oh, Nessie, you look beautiful," Esme said.
"Thank you, Patrice is quite gifted in the art of arranging hair."
"She is a good girl, and she says that she has never had such lovely hair to work with."
"How was it to be addressed as a free woman, Ness?" Jasper inquired.
"It was odd at first, but I believe I will be able to handle it this evening."
He smiled and nodded. Alice took my arm and whispered into my ear, "We will not ever be too far from you, this evening. If you have need of us simply flash your bracelet at one of us and we will intervene."
I nodded and we made our way to the long hallway which connected Carlisle's wing to the palace, proper. As we walked in pairs Alice gave me some last minute advice.
"Remember, these people have no idea that you were not born to this life. If you believe you belong here, so will they."
"What if they ask after my origins?"
"Be vague, but confident. Redirect the conversation back to them. Most people love to talk about themselves. It will distract them from pursuing your story."
"Alistair will be present, Ness. He will keep an eye and ear out for you as well."
"Oh?" I said feeling a bit uneasy. I did not know him well, and I was afraid he was there to evaluate me. I was certain I would stumble and be caught out.
"Relax," Alice soothed. "Alistair is a staunch supporter, and will only be there to insure that all goes well. He is like a father to me, and I certain he will be just as protective of you."
That eased my mind much.
"And remember only His Majesty and His and Her Royal Highness need be addressed by title. All others are simply addressed as Sir or Madam. Now breathe and remember, you already have won the king over, now he just wants to be sure you are thriving."
The large oak doors opened at our approach and we were ushered into a wide drawing room filled with standing candelabra ablaze with flickering light. There were quite a few people present aside from the royal family, probably fifteen in all. They were mingling about conversing freely as if being in the presence of the king were completely commonplace.
The majordomo at the door announced Carlisle and Esme, then Jasper and Alice. They each made their way, in pairs, to the king's chair and made their bows. Then came my turn. I walked to His Majesty and bent my knee as Alice had taught me. Then I rose and looked the king squarely in the eye and saw a smile spread across his handsome face.
"My dear, Renesmee, how perfectly lovely you look in that dress, my dear," the king said. "Allow me to introduce you to my darling Sulpicia."
"Your Royal Highness," I said curtseying again.
"What a charming young woman, Aro," she said. She was a beautiful woman, dark and mysterious. She had bright blue eyes, but her hair was almost as dark as her husband's and her skin was a satiny cafe ole. I smiled at her and blushed at the compliment.
I heard a throat clear to Aro's right and my eyes turned and saw a handsome young man, I assumed was the crown prince. "Oh, Felix, my apologies," Aro said, "Allow me to present Miss Renesmee..."
"An extreme pleasure, madam," the youth expressed pressing his lips to the back of my hand.
He looked to be about twelve, and was tall and thin with the look of a growing boy about him. His features were handsome and angular. He had his father's dark complexion and his mother's pale eyes. I could not help but smile at him. He was dressed in a brocade waistcoat and brushed blue coat. His cravat was highly starched and gave him the air of royalty.
I sank to my curtsey and he lifted me by my hand almost at once. "Your Royal highness."
"Please say you will be my partner for dinner, Miss...?"
It occurred to me that he was seeking a surname, but as a slave I had not needed one, and as an orphan, I was never granted one. My eyes grew large as I felt panic fill my mind.
"Cullen, your highness, Renesmee Cullen," Carlisle said rescuing me.
"Oh, you are a relation of my fine physician? How was it we have not met until now?" he said in an accusatory manner toward Carlisle.
"She is my late sister's child, Sire. She was living in the East country most of her life. She only came to be with us this past month. I would have introduced her earlier, had I known you so desired."
"Now, Carlisle, my son knows full well that a lady becomes social at her insistence, not the insistence of others," the king chided the boy gently.
"Just so," the prince said. "I am very pleased you graced us with your companionship this evening, and I am certain I shall hope fervently to continue to share in your company."
"You are most kind, Your Highness."
The young man offered his arm to me, but the king intervened. "Felix, I believe I must pull rank and insist that you allow me a few moments with our young visitor. I promise to relinquish her to you for dinner, and dancing, but for now I require her attention."
"I can share her, Father," he insisted.
"You are most kind, Your Highness, but I fear your mere presence would no doubt prove a distraction for me," I said trying to soothe his ruffled feathers.
Prince Felix puffed his chest and smiled broadly. "I look forward to dining with you Miss Cullen. I shall go and make conversation with some of our other guests, Father."
"Thank you, my son," the king said dismissing the boy.
He wove my arm through his own and led me away from the main company where he felt we could speak privately. He ushered me to a settee and seated himself beside me.
"So, how do you find freedom, my dear?"
"It is challenging, Sire. I had no idea that decisions were sometimes so difficult to make. I imagine being sovereign, you must have an even more difficult time."
"The crown does not always rest easy upon this head, I confess. Still, I would not trade my lot for another. What about yourself? Are you pleased with your new role in life?"
I thought about it for a moment. Would I return to my submission, if only to be with Jacob? No, I would not. I could not. I was growing and becoming something more, and no matter the cost, the process had begun, it could not be undone.
"I am not certain pleased is the right description, Your Majesty. I believe I would say that I am fully engaged in learning my new role, and I am fully committed to the process. I have no doubt that it will be more than worth it in the end."
"You sound as if there have been some losses along the way."
I tried to smile, but I could feel the catch in my throat as I answered him. "I miss those I love, Sire. People who became my family have been lost to me, and I am diminished by not having them in my life. I understand why you have chosen for me to remain here with the Cullens and the Hales, and I could not be more grateful for everything they have taught me, but still, my heart aches at being stripped of those whose company it craves."
"Is there anyone in particular you are missing, child?"
"I miss all of my family at Cullen Estates, but yes, there is one face whose absence I mark more than the others. Even if my feelings are inappropriate, and the obstacles unassailable, I believe I would still wish to be near him."
"Why would your feelings be wrong, my dear?" he asked taking my hand in his own.
"Because if there is one thing freedom has taught me, Sire, it is that you can only be sure of your own feelings, never another's."
The king gave me a knowing look and patted my hand. He bowed over it kissing it lightly and went to socialize with his other guests. I was not certain that my answers had pleased him, but I had been honest, and that was all I could do.
Soon enough, we were ushered into dinner. The prince monopolized me in conversation, but it was not unpleasant. He was a bright boy and quite charming. To be honest, I found conversing with him much easier than attempting to swim the seas of the rest of the assembled company.
After we dined, we were taken to another room which had a small orchestra playing in one corner and a wide expanse of clear floor for dancing. The Prince and I danced the first dance and then he pulled me aside to again keep me from the other members of the party.
"Thank you, fair lady, for the pleasure of the dance."
"Sire, I begin to understand the consensus that all princes are handsome. As I do not meet many princes, and now know you, I see from whence it comes," I gently teased.
"Handsome? Really? Ah then I am a failure as a prince, indeed."
"Failure? How so, Your highness?"
"I aspire not to be a handsome prince, but a charming one."
We both laughed at his wit, and it was then that we were interrupted by a rather pompous looking gentleman. He was tall, slender, and well formed. He had blonde hair, almost white, and the coldest and most piercing blue eyes I had ever encountered. He looked at me as if he were a starving man, and I his next meal.
"Come now, Felix. You cannot keep this luscious morsel to yourself the entire evening. Surely the lady would like to converse with the adults," he sneered at the boy.
The young prince crumpled, and his confidence seemed to be sapped from him entirely. Instantly I disliked this man.
"We were in fact having a lovely chat, all on our own, sir, thank you for your concern," I said coldly.
He smirked, as if amused. "Run along now, I believe your father was looking for you."
Without another , the prince bowed over my hand and faded into the party. I thought to excuse myself, but the man caught my wrist as I turned from him. "Do not rabbit away. I would speak with you."
I glowered at him and extricated my hand from his grasp. "I cannot say I share that sentiment, sir. If you will excuse me."
"Ah, but you see, I will not."
I stopped, but more out of confusion than compliance. "I do not believe you have any choice in the matter."
"You dare to speak to me, in this manner? You cannot think I would not investigate the woman who would capture my dear cousin's heart?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about, sir, but I assure you I am after no one's heart."
"Too bad, if you worked it right you could become our next queen. Although why you would wish to bed down with a boy when you could certainly have your choice of men is a bit beyond me," he said leaning close to me and trapping me by a pillar.
"How dare you?" I spat trying to move around him.
"I am one of the prince's protectors, that is how. You really do not know who I am, do you?"
"No, I do not, and I cannot say I have any desire to discover who that may be now."
"I am Caius, Duke of Angeles."
"I am certain that is nice for you, but it means little to me."
"I am second in line for the throne."
I stared at him uncertain of the response he sought. Still he blocked my escape.
"Have you ever been to the Port of Angeles?" he asked.
"Yes," I said shortly. It was not one of my favorite memories.
"How did you enjoy the city?"
"In truth, I saw but little of it. I was there with my... a friend. He was visiting family, but our visit was cut short."
"What family?"
"His sister and brother-in-law."
"Names?"
I answered before I could think better of it. "The Uley's."
"Ah, Samuel and Emily. She was just recently delivered of a child you know."
"I had heard."
"Perhaps I can give them your congratulations, Miss..."
"No!" I answered far too quickly and he caught the error. "I am really not well acquainted with them." I felt my panic rise and began to flash my bracelet in the candle light praying for rescue.
Blessedly, Alistair stepped up and engaged the man in conversation. "Caius, how lovely to see you." He did not sound as if he were sincere.
"Alistair."
"Renesmee, my dear, Alice was just looking for you." he offered his hand and helped me escape the duke's clutches.
"Thank you," I whispered as I made my exit, and all but ran to Alice's side.

Caius POV
She was exquisite. Beautiful and feisty. I could imagine her writhing beneath me. Oh, yes I would have her. I turned to the old annoyance at my side wanting to rip him apart. "So, who is she, Alistair?"
"No one you should concern yourself with," he all but growled.
"Oh, come now, surely you can spare me her name. It would not be that difficult to come by, I am certain Felix would share all he knew of her."
"Fine. Her name is Renesmee Cullen, and I warn you now, you should walk away."
"I never walk away from a challenge."
"That girl is not for you."
"That is for her to say, not you."
"Well I can tell you your uncle would not approve." With that he returned to the party.
I was not certain who the girl was, but I was certain I was going to find out. There was something about her that reeked of sensuality. This was no shrinking violet; this was a woman who had known pleasure. I was certain of it. I was exhilarated by her spirit, especially since my particular bent tended toward women whom I could dominate and break to my hand. Oh yes, this was going to be enjoyable, I had no doubt.
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