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  9;t matter,” i whispered.
  ”it didn't matter?” his tone made me look up — i had finally broken
  through his carefully ask. his facredulous, with just
  a hint of the anger i'd feared.
  ”no,” i said softly. ”it doesn't matter to me what you are.”
  a hard, mog edge entered his voice. ”you don't care if i'm a monster?
  if i'm not human!”
  ”no.”
  he was silent, staring straight ahead again. his face was bleak and cold.
  ”yry,” i sighed. ”i shouldn't have said anything.”
  ”no,” he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. ”i'd rather know
  what you're thinki you're thinking is insane.”
  ”so i'm wrong again?” i ged.
  ”that's not what i was referring to. 'it doesn't matter'!” he quoted,
  grittiher.
  ”i'm right?” i gasped.
  ”does it matter?”
  i took a deep breath.
  ”not really.” i paused. ”but i am y voice, at least, was
  posed.
  he was suddenly resig are you curious about?”
  ”how old are you?”
  ”seventeen,” he aly.
  ”and how long have you beeeen?”
  his lips twitched as he stared at the road. ”a while,” he admitted at
  last.
  ”okay.” i smiled, pleased that he was still beih me. he
  stared doatchful eyes, much as he had before, when he was
  worried i would go into shock. i smiled wider in e, and he
  frowned.
  ”don't laugh — but how e the daytime?”
  he laughed anyway. ”myth.”
  ”burhe sun?”
  ”myth.”
  ”sleeping in s?”
  ”myth.” he hesitated for a moment, aoered his voice.
  ”i 't sleep.”
  it took me a mio absorb that. ”at all?”
  ”never,” he said, his voiearly iuro look at me
  with a wistful expression. the golden eyes held mine, and i lost my train
  of thought. i stared at him until he looked away.
  ”you haven't asked me the most importa.” his voice was
  hard now, and whe me again his eyes were cold.
  i bliill dazed. ”whie is that?”
  ”you aren't ed about my diet?” he asked sarcastically.
  ”oh,” i murmured, ”that.”
  ”yes, that.” his voice was bleak. ”don't you want to know if i drink
  blood?”
  i flinched. ”well, jacob said something about that.”
  ”what did jacob say?” he asked flatly.
  ”he said you didn't… hunt people. he said your family wasn't supposed to
  be dangerous because you only hunted animals.”
  ”he said we weren't dangerous?” his voice ly skeptical.
  ”ly. he said you weren't supposed to be da the
  quileutes still didn't want you on their land, just in case.”
  he looked forward, but i 't tell if he was watg the road or not.
  ”sht? about not huntiried to keep my voice as
  even as possible.
  ”the quileutes have a long memory,” he whispered.
  i took it as a ation.
  ”do make you plat, though,” he warhey're
  right to keep their distan us. we are still dangerous.”
  ”i don't uand.”
  ”we try,” he explained slowly. ”we're usually very good at what we do.
  sometimes we make mistakes. me, for example, allowio be alone
  with you.”
  ”this is a mistake?” i heard the sadness i i didn't know
  if he could as well.
  ”a very dangerous one,” he murmured.
  we were both sileched the headlights twist with the curves
  of the road. they moved too fast; it didn't look real, it looked like a
  video game. i was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the
  black road beh us, and i was hideou