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  ailed off. he stared unseeingly
  through the s. i wondered which images filled his mind now,
  carlisle's memories or his owly.
  wheo me, a gentle angel's smile lit his expression.
  ”and so we've e full circle,” he cluded.
  ”have you always stayed with carlisle, then?” i wondered.
  ”almost alut his hand lightly on my ulled me with
  him as he walked through the door. i stared back at the ictures,
  w if i wet to hear the other stories.
  edward didn't say any more as n the hall, so i asked,
  ”almost?”
  he sighed, seemio answer. ”ical bout of
  rebellious adolesce — about teer i was… bored,
  whatever you want to call it. i wasn't sold oinence,
  aed him f my appetite. so i went off on my own for a
  time.”
  ”really?” i was iher than frightened, as i perhaps should
  have been.
  he could tell. i vaguely realized that we the
  of stairs, but i wasn't paying mution ts.
  ”that doesn't repulse you?”
  ”no.”
  ”why not?”
  ”i guess… it sounds reasonable.”
  he barked a laugh, more loudly than before. of the
  stairs noaneled hallway.
  ”from the time of my h,” he murmured, ”i had the advantage of
  knowing what everyone arouhinking, both human and non-human
  alike. that's why it took me teo defy carlisle — i could read
  his perfederstaly why he lived the way he did.
  ”it took me oo return to carlisle ao his
  vision. i thought i would be exempt from the… depression… that
  apanies a ce. beew the thoughts of my prey, i could
  pass over the i ahe evil. if i followed a murderer
  down a dark alley where he stalked a young girl — if i saved her, then
  surely i wasn't so terrible.”
  i shivered, imagining only too clearly what he described — the alley at
  ehe dark man behind her. and edward, edward
  as he huerrible and glorious as a young god, unstoppable. would
  she have bee girl, htehan before?
  ”but as time went oo see the monster in my eyes. i 't
  escape the debt of so mu life taken, no matter how justified. and
  i went back to carlisle ahey wele back like the
  prodigal. it was more than i deserved.”
  we'd e to a stop in fro door in the hall.
  ”my room,” he informed me, opening it and pullihrough.
  his room faced south, with a wall-sized wihe great room below.
  the whole back side of the house must be glass. his view looked down on
  the winding sol duc river, across the u to the olympic
  me. the mountains were much closer than i would have believed.
  the as pletely covered with shelf after shelf of cds.
  his room was better sto a music store. in the er was a
  sophisticated-looking souhe kind i was afraid to touch
  because i'd be sure to break something. there was no bed, only a wide and
  inviting black leather sofa. the floor was covered with a thi
  d the walls were hung with heavy fabri a slightly darker
  shade.
  ”good acoustics?” i guessed.
  he chud nodded.
  he picked up a remote aereo on. it was quiet, but the
  soft jazz number souhe band was ih us. i went to
  look at his mind-boggling music .
  ”how do you have these anized?” i asked, uo find any rhyme or
  reasoles.
  he wasn't payiion.
  ”ummm, by year, and then by persohin that frame,” he
  said absently.
  i turned, and he was lookih a peculiar expression in his eyes.
  ”what?”
  ”i ared to feel… relieved. having you know ab, not
  o keep se you. but i dido feel more than
  that. i like