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3 eclipse月食-第22部分
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“So what’s the latest pack scandal？” I asked lightly。
Jacob skidded to a halt； and he stared down at me with shocked eyes。
“What？ That was a joke。”
“Oh。” He looked away。
I waited for him to start walking again； but he seemed lost in thought。
“Is there a scandal？” I wondered。
Jacob chuckled once。 “I forget what it’s like； not having everyone know everything all the time。 Having a
quiet； private place inside my head。”
We walked along the stony beach quietly for a few minutes。
“So what is it？” I finally asked。 “That everyone in your head already knows？”
He hesitated for a moment； as if he weren’t sure how much he was going to tell me。 Then he sighed and
said； “Quil imprinted。 That’s three now。 The rest of us are starting to get worried。 Maybe it’s more mon
than the stories say。 。 。 。” He frowned； and then turned to stare at me。 He gazed into my eyes without
speaking； his eyebrows furrowed in concentration。
“What are you staring at？” I asked； feeling selfconscious。
He sighed。 “Nothing。”
Jacob started walking again。 Without seeming to think about it； he reached out and took my hand。 We
paced silently across the rocks。
I thought of how we must look walking hand and hand down the beach — like a couple； certainly — and
wondered if I should object。 But this was the way it had always been with Jacob。 。 。 。 No reason to get
worked up about it now。
“Why is Quil’s imprinting such a scandal？” I asked when it didn’t look like he was going to go on。 “Is it
because he’s the newest one？”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it。”
“Then what’s the problem？”
“It’s another one of those legend things。 I wonder when we’re going to stop being surprised that they’re
all true？” he muttered to himself。
“Are you going to tell me？ Or do I have to guess？”
“You’d never get it right。 See； Quil hasn’t been hanging out with us； you know； until just recently。 So he
hadn’t been around Emily’s place much。”
“Quil imprinted on Emily； too？” I gasped。
“No！ I told you not to guess。 Emily had her two nieces down for a visit 。 。 。 and Quil met Claire。”
He didn’t continue。 I thought about that for a moment。
“Emily doesn’t want her niece with a werewolf？ That’s a little hypocritical；” I said。
But I could understand why she of all people might feel that way。 I thought again of the long scars that
marred her face and extended all the way down her right arm。 Sam had lost control just once when he was
standing too close to her。 Once was all it took。 。 。 。 I’d seen the pain in Sam’s eyes when he looked at what
he’d done to Emily。 I could understand why Emily might want to protect her niece from that。
“Would you please stop guessing？ You’re way off。 Emily doesn’t mind that part； it’s just； well； a little
early。”
“What do you mean early？”
Jacob appraised me with narrowed eyes。 “Try not to be judgmental； okay？”
I nodded cautiously。
“Claire is two；” Jacob told me。
Rain started to fall。 I blinked furiously as the drops pelted my face。
Jacob waited in silence。 He wore no jacket； as usual； the rain left a spatter of dark spots on his black T
shirt； and dripped through his shaggy hair。 His face was expressionless as he watched mine。
“Quil 。 。 。 imprinted 。 。 。 with a twoyearold？” I was finally able to ask。
“It happens。” Jacob shrugged。 He bent to grab another rock and sent it flying out into the bay。 “Or so the
stories say。”
“But she’s a baby；” I protested。
He looked at me with dark amusement。 “Quil’s not getting any older；” he reminded me； a bit of acid in his
tone。 “He’ll just have to be patient for a few decades。”
“I 。 。 。 don’t know what to say。”
I was trying my hardest not to be critical； but； in truth； I was horrified。 Until now； nothing about the
werewolves had bothered me since the day I’d found out they weren’t mitting the murders I’d suspected
them of。
“You’re making judgments；” he accused。 “I can see it on your face。”
“Sorry；” I muttered。 “But it sounds really creepy。”
“It’s not like that； you’ve got it all wrong；” Jacob defended his friend； suddenly vehement。 “I’ve seen what
it’s like； through his eyes。 There’s nothing romantic about it at all； not for Quil； not now。” He took a deep
breath； frustrated。 “It’s so hard to describe。 It’s not like love at first sight； really。 It’s more like 。 。 。 gravity
moves。 When you see her； suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore。 She does。 And nothing
matters more than her。 And you would do anything for her； be anything for her。 。 。 。 You bee whatever she
needs you to be； whether that’s a protector； or a lover； or a friend； or a brother。
“Quil will be the best； kindest big brother any kid ever had。 There isn’t a toddler on the pla that will be
more carefully looked after than that little girl will be。 And then； when she’s older and needs a friend； he’ll be
more understanding； trustworthy； and reliable than anyone else she knows。 And then； when she’s grown up；
they’ll be as happy as Emily and Sam。” A strange； bitter edge sharpened his tone at the very end； when he
spoke of Sam。
“Doesn’t Claire get a choice here？”
“Of course。 But why wouldn’t she choose him； in the end？ He’ll be her perfect match。 Like he was
designed for her alone。”
We walked in silence for a moment； till I paused to toss a rock toward the ocean。 It fell to the beach
several meters short。 Jacob laughed at me。
“We can’t all be freakishly strong；” I muttered。
He sighed。
“When do you think it will happen for you？” I asked quietly。
His answer was flat and immediate。 “Never。”
“It’s not something you can control； is it？”
He was silent for a few minutes。 Unconsciously； we both walked slower； barely moving at all。
“It’s not supposed to be；” he admitted。 “But you have to see her — the one that’s supposedly meant for
you。”
“And you think that if you haven’t seen her yet； then she’s not out there？” I asked skeptically。 “Jacob； you
haven’t really seen much of the world — less than me； even。”
“No； I haven’t；” he said in a low voice。 He looked at my face with suddenly piercing eyes。 “But I’ll never
see anyone else； Bella。 I only see you。 Even when I close my eyes and try to see something else。 Ask Quil or
Embry。 It drives them all crazy。”
I dropped my eyes to the rocks。
We weren’t walking anymore。 The only sound was of the waves beating against the shore。 I couldn’t hear
the rain over their roar。
“Maybe I’d better go home；” I whispered。
“No！” he protested； surprised by this conclusion。
I looked up at him again； and his eyes were anxious now。
“You have the whole day off； right？ The bloodsucker won’t be home yet。”
I glared at him。
“No offense intended；” he said quickly。
“Yes； I have the whole day。 But； Jake 。 。 。”
He held up his hands。 “Sorry；” he apologized。 “I won’t be like that anymore。 I’ll just be Jacob。”
I sighed。 “But if that’s what you’re thinking 。 。 。”
“Don’t worry about me；” he insisted； smiling with deliberate cheer； too brightly。 “I know what I’m doing。
Just tell me if I’m upsetting you。”
“I don’t know。 。 。 。”
“C’mon； Bella。 Let’s go back to the house and get our bikes。 You’ve got to ride a motorcycle regularly to
keep it in tune。”
“I really don’t think I’m allowed。”
“By who？ Charlie or the blood — or him？”
“Both。”
Jacob grinned my grin； and he was suddenly the Jacob I missed the most； sunny and warm。
I couldn’t help grinning back。
The rain softened； turned to mist。
“I won’t tell anyone；” he promised。
“Except every one of your friends。”
He shook his head soberly and raised his right hand。 “I promise not to think about it。”
I laughed。 “If I get hurt； it was because I tripped。”
“Whatever you say。”
We rode our motorcycles on the back roads around La Push until the rain made them too muddy and
Jacob insisted that he was going to pass out if he didn’t eat soon。 Billy greeted me easily when we got to the
house； as if my sudden reappearance meant nothing more plicated than that I’d wanted to spend the day
with my friend。 After we ate the sandwiches Jacob made； we went out to the garage and I helped him clean up
the bikes。 I hadn’t been here in months — since Edward had returned — but there was no sense of import to
it。 It was just another afternoon in the garage。
“This is nice；” I mented when he pulled the warm sodas from the grocery bag。 “I’ve missed this
place。”
He smiled； looking around at the plastic sheds bolted together over our heads。 “Yeah； I can understand
that。 All the splendor of the Taj Mahal； without the inconvenience and expense of traveling to India。”
“To Washington’s little Taj Mahal；” I toasted； holding up my can。
He touched his can to mine。
“Do you remember last Valentine’s Day？ I think that was the last time you were here — the last time
when things were still 。 。 。 normal； I mean。”
I laughed。 “Of course I remember。 I traded a lifetime of servitude for a box of conversation hearts。 That’s
not something I’m likely to forget。”
He laughed with me。 “That’s right。 Hmm； servitude。 I’ll have to think of something good。” Then he sighed。
“It feels like it was years ago。 Another era。 A happier one。”
I couldn’t agree with him。 This was my happy era now。 But I was surprised to realize how many things I
missed from my own personal dark ages。 I stared through the opening at the murky forest。 The rain had
picked up again； but it was warm in the little garage； sitting next to Jacob。 He was as good as a furnace。
His fingers brushed my hand。 “Things have really changed。”
“Yeah；” I said； and then I reached out and patted the back tire of my bike。 “Charlie used to like me。 I
hope Billy doesn’t say anything about today。 。 。 。” I bit my lip。
“He won’t。 He doesn’t get worked up about things the way Charlie does。 Hey； I never did apologize
officially for that stupid move with the bike。 I’m real sorry about ratting you out to Charlie。 I wish I hadn’t。”
I rolled my eyes。 “Me； too。”
“I’m really； really sorry。”
He looked at me hopefully； his wet； tangled black hair sticking up in every direction around his pleading
face。
“Oh； fine！ You’re forgiven。”
“Thanks； Bells！”
We grinned at each other for a second； and then his face clouded over。
“You know that day； when I brought the bike over 。 。 。 I’ve been wanting to ask you something；” he said
slowly。 “But also 。 。 。 not wanting to。”
I held very still — a reaction to stress。 It was a habit I’d picked up from Edward。
“Were you just being stubborn because you were mad at me； or were you really serious？” he whispered。
“About what？” I whispered back； though I was sure I knew what he meant。
He glared at me。 “You know。 When you said it was none of my business 。 。 。 if — if he bit you。” He
cringed visibly at the end。
“Jake 。 。 。” My throat felt swollen。 I couldn’t finish。
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath。 “Were you serious？�
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