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Bella’s heart was still racing as she perched on the edge of the exam table, her hands gripping the sides to steady herself. The hospital room smelled of antiseptic, and the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. Charlie stood by the door, arms crossed, his brow furrowed in worry.
"You sure you’re feeling okay, Bells?" he asked for the third time.
“I’m fine, Dad,” Bella said, her voice steadier than she expected. “Really.” But her mind was anything but fine. She couldn’t stop replaying the moment Edward had appeared out of nowhere, his hand against the side of Tyler’s van, the impossible force of his strength stopping it inches from crushing her. How? How could anyone—human or otherwise—do that?
The door opened before she could untangle the question, and in walked someone who made her train of thought derail completely.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen entered the room with an effortless grace that seemed almost practiced. His white coat hung perfectly on his tall frame, and his golden-blond hair shimmered under the harsh hospital lights. Bella’s breath caught in her throat.
If Edward was striking, Carlisle was devastating. He made even Edward’s chiseled perfection seem pale in comparison, like a polished diamond placed next to the sun. His skin was just as pale as Edward’s, but his features were softer, more refined, like they belonged to a figure sculpted by a master artist. His presence filled the small room, and for a moment, Bella forgot where she was or why she was there.
“Chief Swan,” Carlisle greeted Charlie with a warm smile, his voice smooth and calming, like the low hum of a cello. He turned to Bella, his golden eyes meeting hers, and she felt an odd, magnetic pull. “And you must be Bella. I’m Dr. Cullen. Let’s see how you’re doing.”
Bella’s lips parted, but no words came out. She blinked rapidly, realizing too late that she was staring. Charlie cleared his throat, oblivious to her sudden paralysis, and stepped aside to let Carlisle approach.
Carlisle’s movements were fluid as he picked up the clipboard at the end of the bed, scanning it briefly before setting it down. “I’ve already reviewed your X-rays,” he said. “Nothing’s broken, which is a relief. But I’d like to take a quick look to make sure there’s no swelling or tenderness.”
Bella managed a weak nod, her throat too dry to speak. He stepped closer, his cool hands brushing her wrist as he checked her pulse. Her skin tingled where he touched her, and she felt like she might forget how to breathe altogether.
“You’re a lucky young woman,” Carlisle said, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to his work. His voice was so gentle, so reassuring, that it made the chaos of the accident seem like a distant memory. “That could have been much worse.”
Bella’s brain felt like it was moving through molasses. She wanted to say something—anything—but all she could do was nod again. Her heart was pounding, and she wasn’t entirely sure it had to do with the adrenaline from earlier.
“She’s tough,” Charlie said proudly, breaking the spell. “Takes after her old man.”
Carlisle chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Bella’s spine. “I can see that. Well, Bella, everything looks good. No signs of a concussion, but I’d recommend taking it easy for the next few days.” He stepped back, giving her a reassuring smile. “If you experience any dizziness or nausea, let your father know right away.”
“Thank you,” Bella managed to mumble, her voice barely above a whisper. She hoped neither of them noticed the faint blush creeping up her neck.
As Carlisle turned to speak with Charlie about follow-up care, Bella’s eyes lingered on him. She couldn’t help it. There was something magnetic about him, something that made her chest tighten in a way she didn’t understand.
Then her eyes caught the glint of a simple gold band on his left hand, and her stomach sank. Of course, someone like him would be married. Perfect, otherworldly men didn’t stay single. She felt a wave of frustration—at herself, at her reaction, at the impossibility of it all. She barely knew him, and yet here she was, feeling like she’d been punched in the gut.
“Bella?” Charlie’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “You ready to go?”
She blinked, realizing both men were now looking at her. Carlisle’s expression was kind but professional, while Charlie’s was tinged with concern. Bella nodded quickly, sliding off the exam table. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Take care, Bella,” Carlisle said, his voice like a soft melody.
“Thank you,” she said again, this time with a bit more strength. She hoped it sounded sincere and not as awkward as it felt.
As Charlie led her out of the room, Bella glanced over her shoulder one last time. Carlisle was already turning to his next task, his white coat billowing slightly as he walked away. She swallowed hard, her thoughts a tangled mess.
The accident, Edward, and even her father’s protective fussing all faded into the background. All she could think about was the doctor with the golden eyes and the voice that made her forget how to breathe.
***
The hospital lobby was bustling with activity, the low hum of conversations and the occasional beep of medical equipment filling the air. Bella stepped out of the exam room, her thoughts still spinning from her earlier encounter with Carlisle.
Then she saw them.
Edward stood near the far end of the lobby with Rosalie, who looked as stunningly perfect as ever, her icy beauty matched only by her sharp, irritated expression. But it wasn’t either of them that caught Bella’s attention. Her eyes were immediately drawn to Carlisle, who stood between them, speaking in calm, measured tones.
Bella’s breath hitched. Even in a room full of people, he stood out like a beacon. The fluorescent lights seemed to soften around him, casting a glow on his golden hair. She couldn’t help but compare him to Edward, and for the first time, she had to admit—Carlisle was in an entirely different league. Where Edward’s perfection felt cold and unattainable, Carlisle’s presence was warm and magnetic, drawing her in without effort.
She couldn’t hear what they were discussing, but Rosalie’s tight expression and Edward’s clenched jaw suggested it wasn’t pleasant. Bella hesitated, torn between slipping away unnoticed and indulging her sudden, inexplicable need to be near them. Her indecision was short-lived; all three Cullens noticed her almost simultaneously.
Rosalie’s glare could have frozen water. Edward’s expression shifted to one of reproach and regret, and Carlisle—well, Carlisle’s face softened into a kind smile. That simple look sent her heart racing all over again.
Edward broke away first, striding toward her with his usual fluid grace. Bella’s attention, however, stayed firmly on Carlisle. As Edward approached, Carlisle turned back to Rosalie, saying something that made her reluctantly follow him out of the lobby. Bella’s eyes followed him until he disappeared through the sliding doors, leaving her with an ache she couldn’t quite name.
“Bella,” Edward said, his voice pulling her back to the present. He stood a little too close, his golden eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. “You should stay away from me,” he said, his tone low but firm.
Bella frowned, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “What are you talking about?”
Edward glanced around, lowering his voice further. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into. Being near me—it’s dangerous.”
Her mind flashed to the accident, to the impossible strength he had displayed. “Then maybe you should explain it to me,” she countered, her voice sharp. “Because all I’ve got right now are guesses.”
Edward hesitated, his jaw tightening. Finally, he said, “I hope you enjoy disappointment,” before turning and walking away, leaving Bella standing there, her thoughts more tangled than ever.
***
Bella couldn’t stop thinking about him. Carlisle Cullen. She’d been replaying the brief moments she’d spent in his presence like a loop, and every time, she found herself more drawn to him. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he carried himself—it was unlike anyone she’d ever met. And compared to him, Edward… well, even Edward’s perfection seemed less dazzling.
The next day, Bella decided she needed answers. Her earlier conversation with Edward during their bus tour had only frustrated her more. He had refused to explain how he had stopped the van, brushing off her questions with vague, infuriating responses. But maybe Carlisle would be different. He had seemed so approachable, so kind. Surely, he’d be more willing to talk.
With her resolve firm, Bella found herself back at the hospital. She walked through the bustling halls, clutching her bag tightly as she scanned the plaques on the walls. It didn’t take long to find Carlisle’s office. The door was slightly ajar, and she could see him sitting behind a desk, engrossed in paperwork. Her heart skipped a beat.
He looked even more stunning in this quiet, intimate setting. The sharp lines of his jaw softened by the warm glow of the desk lamp, his blond hair catching the light perfectly. Bella took a deep breath and knocked softly on the doorframe.
Carlisle looked up, his golden eyes lighting up with recognition. “Bella,” he said, his voice as soothing as ever. “Come in. Is everything alright?”
Bella stepped inside, feeling suddenly self-conscious. She clasped her hands together, trying to keep her composure. “Hello, Dr. Cullen. Um, I… I’ve been having headaches since the accident. I thought maybe you could check…”
Concern flickered across his face, and he gestured to the chair across from his desk. “Of course. Please, have a seat.”
Bella sat down, her palms clammy as he moved around the desk. His presence was overwhelming, and when he reached for her wrist to check her pulse, she felt her breath catch. His touch was cool, but not unpleasant. If anything, it sent a strange, electric sensation through her.
“You seem a little tense,” Carlisle observed gently, a small smile playing on his lips. “Let’s take a look.”
Bella nodded, unable to form coherent words. He retrieved a small light and leaned in to examine her eyes, his face just inches from hers. Bella’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
“Well,” Carlisle said after a moment, stepping back. “I don’t see anything concerning. Your vitals are normal, and there’s no sign of any lasting injury. I suspect your headaches might be stress-related. Have you been feeling anxious?”
Bella hesitated, her mind racing. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was here—at least, not directly. But she couldn’t lie, either. “Maybe a little,” she admitted. “But… that’s not the only reason I came.”
Carlisle tilted his head, his expression kind and patient. “What’s on your mind?”
Bella swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks flush. “It’s about the accident. Edward… he stopped the van. I saw him. It wasn’t normal. No one could have done that.”
Carlisle’s face didn’t betray any surprise, but there was a brief pause before he spoke. “Edward was very lucky to have been in the right place at the right time,” he said softly. “The van was already slowing down when he pushed it away. It’s not as extraordinary as it might seem.”
Bella frowned. “But I saw the dent—where his hand was. It was deep. That’s not something a person can do.”
Carlisle met her gaze steadily, his expression gentle but firm. “Bella, memories can be unreliable, especially after a traumatic event. I understand it may have seemed unusual, but I assure you, there’s nothing more to it.”
Frustration bubbled up inside her. She wanted to believe him—his voice was so calm, so convincing—but something didn’t add up. Still, she knew she wouldn’t get anything more out of him today. She stood, forcing a small smile. “Thank you, Dr. Cullen. I appreciate your time.”
He smiled warmly, standing as well. “Of course. If the headaches persist, don’t hesitate to come back.”
Bella nodded, turning to leave. As she stepped out of his office, her thoughts were a tangled mess. She hadn’t gotten the answers she was looking for, and yet, she felt more drawn to him than ever.
Bella left Carlisle’s office, her mind swirling with unanswered questions. The frustration bubbling in her chest propelled her to make a decision—if no one was going to tell her the truth, she’d find it herself. Her feet carried her toward the parking lot where Tyler’s van was still parked. Maybe, just maybe, the answers were there, etched in the metal that had almost crushed her.
As she reached the hallway leading out of the hospital, she overheard Carlisle’s voice from behind her. He was on the phone, his tone calm but clipped. “I’ll tend to it,” was all he said before hanging up. Bella hesitated, glancing back over her shoulder. Who had called him? And why had his demeanor shifted so slightly? Shaking her head, she pressed on.
Before she could leave the hospital entirely, she heard footsteps behind her. Carlisle’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Bella, wait.”
She turned to see him approaching, his expression warm but unreadable. “I’ve been thinking,” he said smoothly. “You mentioned headaches earlier. On second thought, I’d like to ask you a few more questions about how you’ve been feeling. Would you mind if we continued the conversation over something to eat? There’s a small cafe just around the corner.”
Bella blinked, stunned. Carlisle Cullen wanted to have lunch with her? She fumbled for a response, her heart beating out of rhythm. “Uh… sure. That sounds… great.”
He smiled, gesturing for her to follow. The warmth in his expression was enough to quiet the questions roaring in her head, at least for the moment. Together, they walked to the small cafe, where he held the door open for her and gestured for her to take a seat.
Carlisle ordered a simple meal for Bella and a cup of coffee, but when the waitress turned to him, he shook his head. “Nothing for me, thank you. I’ve already eaten.”
Bella noticed the faintest flicker of something odd in his tone, but she pushed it aside as he settled into the seat across from her. “So,” he began, leaning forward slightly. “Tell me more about these headaches. Have you been feeling dizzy as well?”
Bella hesitated. She hadn’t expected this level of attention and wasn’t entirely prepared. “Uh… yeah, maybe a little. Dizziness, sometimes…” she trailed off, realizing that the only reason for her lightheadedness was sitting right in front of her.
Carlisle nodded thoughtfully, his golden eyes studying her with quiet intensity. “Stress can do that,” he said gently. “Especially after something as frightening as your accident.”
Bella tried to focus on her meal, but her mind was racing. She glanced at him, then blurted out, “You and your family… you’re different. I mean, where do you live? I heard it’s somewhere in the woods.”
Carlisle seemed caught off guard by the question, but before he could answer, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his lips tightening ever so slightly, and answered it. “Yes?”
Bella couldn’t make out the voice on the other end, but Carlisle’s expression shifted subtly as he listened. “Understood,” he said finally, before hanging up. He looked back at Bella, his professional mask slipping back into place. “As I was saying, my family values privacy. We live a quiet life, away from town.”
Bella frowned slightly, unsatisfied with the vague response. “I’d love to see your house someday. It must be beautiful.”
Carlisle’s gaze flickered, and for the first time, she noticed a hesitation that reminded her of Edward. He offered her a polite smile but said nothing. Instead, he gestured to her plate. “Finish your meal. You need to keep your strength up.”
Once she was done, Carlisle excused himself, his demeanor still warm but distant. “Take care, Bella. Let me know if you feel unwell again.”
As he left, Bella watched him go, her chest tightening with frustration. She’d been too nosy, she realized, pushing too hard. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that Carlisle Cullen—and his entire family—were hiding something monumental.
***
When Bella reached the parking lot, her steps faltered. The van looked untouched, its surface smooth and pristine. She ran her fingers over the side where she remembered the deep dent Edward’s hand had left, but there was nothing. Not a single imperfection. Her brow furrowed as confusion gave way to suspicion.
Her thoughts drifted back to Carlisle—his strange behavior, the lunch, the way he had subtly diverted her questions. Had that been his goal all along? To keep her from coming here in time? Bella couldn’t shake the feeling that this had been coordinated somehow.
A few days later Bella joined her friends on a trip to La Push Beach. She barely participated in their conversation, her mind still turning over the mystery of the Cullens. That was until Jacob began telling stories, his voice animated as he explained the Quileute legends.
“Cold ones,” he said, lowering his voice for dramatic effect. Bella leaned in, her pulse quickening. “They’ve always been the enemy of my people.”
Bella didn’t let her reaction show, but her heart raced. Cold ones? Could that explain everything? It sounded ridiculous, but the more she thought about it, the more the pieces seemed to fit.
That night, Bella turned to the internet, typing in “cold ones”.” What she found left her breathless. The descriptions matched the Cullens perfectly—the pale skin, the inhuman beauty, the strength, the secrecy. It all made sense.
The next day at school she felt Edward’s eyes on her. When their gazes met, his expression was a mix of resignation and something she couldn’t quite place. He knew that she knew. She tried to ignore him, her heart pounding as she resolved to confront the one Cullen she thought she could trust: Carlisle.
Bella’s determination carried her back to the hospital the next day. She didn’t have a concrete plan—just the printed article in her backpack and a gnawing need for answers. As she entered Carlisle’s office, she noticed that he was quieter than usual, his expression calm but unusually reserved.
“I was wondering if we could talk,” Bella said, her voice soft but steady.
Carlisle stood and nodded. “Of course,” he said, though there was a weight to his words that made Bella’s chest tighten. “Let’s go for a ride. Somewhere more private.”
She blinked, surprised, but followed him out without hesitation. They got into his car, and the drive was silent except for the hum of the engine. Carlisle’s face was unreadable, but his presence, steady and composed, made her feel strangely safe. Yet, an underlying fear gnawed at her—not fear of him, but fear that he would be upset, that he might never speak to her again after this conversation. The thought made her chest ache.
She glanced at him briefly, marveling at his calm profile. Vampire or not, she thought bitterly, he was married. There was no place for her thoughts or feelings, not that they mattered now.
The car pulled off the main road, following a narrow path through the woods. Soon they reached a secluded riverside, the sound of the water filling the silence as Carlisle parked. Bella climbed out of the car and followed him to the riverbank, where they sat down near the edge. For a few moments, neither of them spoke, pretending to enjoy the natural beauty surrounding them.
Bella fumbled with her backpack, her heart pounding. She pulled out the printed page, her hands trembling slightly, and wordlessly handed it to Carlisle. He took it, his golden eyes scanning the article before he sighed deeply. His usually serene expression grew tense, though not menacing.
Finally, Bella found her voice. “Is that what you are?”
Carlisle didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he folded the paper neatly and set it aside. “What do you think, Bella?” he asked, his voice calm but heavy with meaning.
She swallowed hard. “I know what I saw,” she whispered.
His gaze met hers, steady and unyielding. “Then you know what I am.”
Bella felt a chill run through her, though it wasn’t fear. “All of you?”
He nodded slowly. “We are a family,” he said. “And you are a smart girl.”
They fell silent again, the sound of the river rushing past filling the space between them. Bella stared at the water, her thoughts a whirlwind. Finally, she asked, “What now? Are you going to…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
Carlisle’s calm voice interrupted her. “Of course not,” he said firmly, his golden eyes softening.
“Then what?” Bella pressed, her voice breaking slightly. “What happens now?”
Carlisle looked at her, his expression conflicted. “I don’t know,” he admitted quietly. And for the first time, Bella saw a crack in his unshakable composure.
The silence between them was growing heavy, the rushing sound of the river unable to fill the void. Bella shifted uncomfortably, her thoughts tangled and her chest tight with unspoken words. Deciding she couldn’t sit still any longer, she rose to her feet.
Carlisle’s golden eyes followed her as she stepped closer to the riverbank. The stones were slick with moss and damp from the constant spray of water. Bella crouched down slightly, studying the flowing current as if it might offer her answers.
“Be careful,” Carlisle said softly from behind her, his voice calm but watchful.
“I’m fine,” Bella replied, though her footing wobbled slightly as she stepped onto a larger, flatter stone.
The moment she put her weight down, her sneaker slipped on the slick surface, and before she could steady herself, she fell forward into the water. A yelp escaped her lips as the icy river swallowed her, shocking her senses. Everything became a blur of cold, gray water and muffled noise before it faded entirely.
***
When Bella opened her eyes, the world was hazy, her thoughts muddled. She blinked up at the roof of a car, the soft hum of an engine filling her ears. Her body was trembling, her clothes clinging to her damp skin. She realized her head was resting on something firm but oddly comforting—Carlisle’s knees.
“You’re awake,” came his soothing voice from above her. His golden eyes peered down at her, soft with concern.
Bella’s mind spun, and for a moment, she thought she might still be dreaming. “What…what happened?”
“You slipped and hit your head on a rock,” Carlisle explained gently. “You were unconscious for a moment, but I got you out of the water.”
Her eyes drifted downward and caught sight of his hands, stained red. Blood. There was blood on his hands—and on her shirt. Panic flickered across her face.
Carlisle’s voice remained calm as he reassured her, “It’s just a small cut on your head. Nothing serious, but we need to keep an eye on it.” He reached for a towel from the passenger seat and pressed it lightly to the side of her head. “How do you feel? Dizzy? Any pain?”
Bella hesitated, torn between the light throbbing in her skull and the overwhelming awareness of how close he was. “A little dizzy,” she admitted. “My head is spinning.”
Carlisle nodded thoughtfully. “It might be a mild concussion. We need to make sure it’s nothing more serious.”
“I’m fine,” Bella tried to protest, her words weak and unconvincing. She couldn’t decide if her lightheadedness was from the injury or the way his cool touch lingered even through the towel.
“You’re freezing,” Carlisle said, his tone almost chastising but still gentle. Before she could respond, he slipped off his coat and draped it over her.
Bella shivered—not from the cold, but from the strange, electric sensation that ran through her when his fingers brushed her shoulder.
Carlisle carefully lifted her head as he slid out of the backseat, ensuring he didn’t disturb the wound on her temple. “Stay lying down,” he instructed as he closed the door behind him and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Bella blinked, trying to focus. “How…how are we going to explain this to Charlie?” Her voice was faint, but there was a hint of humor in it. “He’s going to rush to the hospital, and I’m going to have to explain…this.” She gave a weak laugh, though the situation felt anything but funny.
Carlisle glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. “We’re not going to the hospital,” he said simply.
Bella frowned, confused. “Then where are we going?”
He started the car, his calm voice carrying an edge of finality. “To my house.”
As the car glided smoothly along the forested road, Bella’s gaze drifted toward the passing trees, but her thoughts were fixed on something far more immediate. The warmth of Carlisle’s coat draped over her and the persistent ache in her head were reminders of what had just happened. Her wet clothes clung uncomfortably to her skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.
It was the realization that, despite the blood on her clothes and his hands, Carlisle appeared completely unbothered.
She glanced at him, studying his calm profile as he focused on the road. The sight of his golden eyes and serene expression made her heart race for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. Finally, she couldn’t hold back her curiosity.
“Can I ask you something?” Bella’s voice was quiet but steady.
Carlisle didn’t look at her, but his lips curved into the faintest smile. “Of course.”
“You’re… not bothered by the blood.” She hesitated, unsure how to phrase her thoughts delicately. “I mean, it’s all over me. Shouldn’t it—” She trailed off, unsure how to finish the question.
He exhaled softly, a thoughtful pause before he replied. “I’ve had years and years of practice,” he said, his voice gentle yet matter-of-fact. “It doesn’t bother me anymore.”
Bella blinked, puzzled. “Practice?” The word lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. She hesitated again, her mind racing ahead of her courage. “What… what do you eat then?”
Carlisle’s lips twitched with amusement. “I was wondering when you’d ask,” he said lightly. “My family and I only drink the blood of animals.”
Bella tilted her head, surprised by the simplicity of the answer. A nervous laugh escaped her. “So… vegetarian vampires?”
The smile on Carlisle’s face widened ever so slightly, his golden eyes glinting with humor. “Something like that,” he admitted.
Bella relaxed slightly, finding his calm demeanor infectious. “That means I have nothing to be afraid of, right?”
His expression sobered, though his voice remained gentle. “Not entirely,” he said. “Not all members of my family have the same control that I do. The sight and smell of human blood can still be… difficult to resist for some of them.”
Bella felt a flicker of unease at his words. “So… bringing me to your house isn’t going to… upset anyone?”
Carlisle’s jaw tightened slightly, but his tone was measured. “They’ll be fine,” he assured her. “Or at least, they’d better behave.” His gaze flicked toward her briefly, his calm demeanor never wavering. “It’s too late to pretend this situation hasn’t already gotten out of control.”
Bella nodded, biting her lip. The silence that followed felt heavier than before, filled with questions she wasn’t sure she wanted the answers to. After a moment, she broke it. “Was it one of your family who fixed the dent on Tyler’s van?”
Carlisle glanced at her, an amused glint in his eye. “Yes. It was Edward.”
Bella frowned, sitting up slightly. “How did he know I was going to check it?”
Carlisle smiled at her question, his tone lightly teasing as he replied, “Do you really want to know all our secrets at once?”
As the car pulled to a gentle stop, Bella looked up, her breath catching in her throat. The Cullen house was unlike anything she had expected. It was beautiful and modern, its expansive windows glowing softly in the fading light. The openness of it all was mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the dense forest that surrounded them. It felt like a place that shouldn’t exist in Forks—a sanctuary hidden in plain sight.
She shifted slightly, craning her neck to take in the towering house. Her gaze caught movement, and her heart skipped. A few figures stood by the windows, watching them. Bella recognized Edward immediately, his golden eyes fixed on her with an unreadable expression. Beside him stood Alice, her posture relaxed but her gaze sharp and focused. Rosalie was there too, her striking beauty heightened by the faint scowl on her face. And then there was another woman Bella didn’t recognize—soft-featured, kind-looking, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched with quiet intensity.
“They’re staring at us,” Bella murmured, unable to tear her eyes away.
Carlisle turned off the engine and opened his door. “Stay put,” he said gently. He walked around the car and opened Bella’s door, his movements calm and deliberate. As he leaned in, Bella felt her pulse quicken.
“Can you walk?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
“I… I think so,” Bella replied, but as soon as she tried to step out, a wave of dizziness hit her. Carlisle caught her effortlessly, his cool hands steadying her as he lifted her into his arms.
Bella’s cheeks flushed. “Do you think… they’ll come down?” she asked, glancing nervously toward the house.
“No,” Carlisle said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Edward can read minds. He knows I don’t want them to approach because of the smell of blood.”
The words sank in, sending a strange shiver through Bella. She glanced back toward the windows as Carlisle carried her toward the house. The others were still watching, their figures unmoving. Bella’s gaze lingered on Edward, whose expression seemed almost… conflicted.
Carlisle carried her around the side of the house, his steps silent, and opened a back door that led directly into his office. The room was warm and inviting, lined with shelves of books and personal artifacts that seemed to reflect every facet of Carlisle’s personality. A leather couch sat against one wall, and a faint, earthy scent filled the air—wood, leather, and something faintly herbal.
He set her down gently on the couch, his hands steadying her shoulders as she sank into the cushions. “Stay still,” he instructed, already moving to retrieve a small medical kit from a nearby cabinet.
Bella glanced around the room, trying to distract herself from the faint throbbing in her head and the strange pull she felt toward the man now kneeling beside her. Carlisle worked with practiced ease, his touch careful as he examined the cut on her head and wiped away the dried blood.
As he worked, Bella noticed a faint sting in her arm. “I think… there’s something on my arm too,” she said softly, lifting her sleeve to reveal a shallow scratch just above her elbow.
Carlisle nodded, his expression focused. “I see it. It’s nothing serious, but I’ll clean it just to be safe.”
The silence between them was companionable at first, but Bella’s curiosity got the better of her. “Does Edward… does he read my mind too?”
Carlisle glanced up briefly, meeting her gaze. “No. For some reason, Edward can’t read your thoughts. It’s… unusual, but it’s true.”
Bella frowned, her curiosity only deepening. “What about the rest of your family? Can they… read minds too?”
“No,” Carlisle replied, his voice calm. “Edward’s ability is unique to him. But Alice can see the future—at least, a version of it. It’s not always certain.”
Bella’s brow furrowed as she considered his words. “What about you?” she asked, her voice soft. “Do you have any special abilities?”
Carlisle smiled faintly, shaking his head. “No. I suppose you could say I was never gifted in that way.”
Bella looked into his golden eyes, her voice quiet but steady as she said, “You don’t need any special gift. You’re already special enough.”
For the first time, Carlisle’s expression shifted. His usually composed demeanor cracked ever so slightly, and Bella saw something in his eyes—a flicker of vulnerability, a quiet, raw emotion she had never seen in him before. It was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, but it left her breathless.
Carlisle cleared his throat softly, refocusing on her wounds. Once he finished tending to her, he moved swiftly to dispose of the bloodied materials, carefully burning them in a small metal tray. The faint smell of smoke lingered as he returned to her side.
“From what I can see, you don’t have a concussion,” he said, his voice gentle again. “But you should rest here for a little while. We’ll see if the dizziness goes away.”
Bella nodded, her heart still racing from the intensity of their exchange. As she leaned back into the couch, Carlisle adjusted the coat around her shoulders, his cool fingers brushing against her skin. The sensation was startling, but not unpleasant. It was the same strange, electric feeling she had experienced before, and it left her wondering if he felt it too.
Carlisle stood from where he had been kneeling beside the couch, his movements graceful and deliberate. Bella watched him adjust the coat draped over her shoulders, his golden eyes scanning her one last time to ensure she was comfortable.
“I’ll leave you for a moment,” he said gently. “You’re still wet, and I’ll get some dry clothes for you. Rest here, and don’t move too much.”
Bella hesitated before he could step away. “Wait,” she said softly, her voice almost timid. Carlisle paused, turning his attention back to her.
“Yes?”
Her gaze flickered toward the window, the memory of the figures watching them earlier lingering in her mind. “Who was… that woman? The one with Edward, Alice, and Rosalie? I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”
Carlisle’s expression shifted, his usual calm composure tinged with something more guarded. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. “That’s Esme,” he said at last, his voice soft but steady. “She’s my wife.”
The words hit Bella harder than she expected, like a stone dropped into her chest. She looked away quickly, staring at the far wall of the office as if it might distract her from the sharp pang in her heart. Of course, Esme was his wife. Carlisle must be completely loyal to her—someone like him couldn’t be anything else.
Bella forced a faint smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “She’s… very beautiful.”
Carlisle nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Bella for a moment longer than necessary. “She is,” he said simply, his tone unreadable.
A silence settled between them, heavy and awkward, and Bella could feel the sadness settling in her chest like a weight. She didn’t understand why it hurt so much, but it did.
“I won’t be long,” Carlisle said after a moment, his voice gentle. Without another word, he turned and left the room, leaving Bella alone with her thoughts and the quiet ache she couldn’t quite shake.
***
Inside the Cullen house, Alice stood by the window, her expression unreadable as she watched Carlisle carry Bella from the car toward his office. Edward stood beside her, his jaw tight and his golden eyes locked on the scene unfolding below. Rosalie leaned casually against the frame, her sharp features betraying faint irritation, while Esme stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze soft but curious.
The stillness was broken when Alice suddenly stiffened, her golden eyes glazing over as she was struck by a vision. It hit her like a flash of lightning, vivid and impossible to ignore: Bella leaning toward Carlisle, their faces inches apart before their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and electric.
Alice gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. The vision faded as quickly as it came, but its impact lingered. She turned her head toward Edward, her wide eyes locking with his.
Edward’s face darkened instantly, his expression shifting from shock to something far more dangerous—an unguarded mix of jealousy, anger, and pain. His fists clenched at his sides as he processed what he had seen through Alice’s mind.
Neither of them dared to look at Esme or Rosalie. Silence fell between them, thick and suffocating, the tension in the room palpable.
When Bella and Carlisle finally disappeared into his office, Edward moved first. He turned sharply, his movements rigid and controlled, and stormed up the stairs without a word. The others didn’t try to stop him.
Rosalie frowned, her keen gaze snapping to Alice. “What’s going on?” she asked sharply, her annoyance giving way to curiosity.
Esme, sensing the shift in the room, stepped closer to Alice, her tone soft but concerned. “Alice,” she said gently, “what’s wrong?”
Alice remained frozen, staring at the empty space where Carlisle and Bella had just been. If she could cry, she would have. Her mind was a whirlwind of images and emotions she couldn’t untangle, and for the first time in a long while, she felt truly lost.
Esme reached out, resting a hand lightly on Alice’s shoulder. “Alice?” she pressed.
Alice finally blinked, the haze lifting just enough for her to whisper hoarsely, “Everything. Everything is wrong.”