In The Blood Chapter 16 Teaser

So seriously...who else cheered when Bella told Emmett they were going to pay Edward's office a visit? Uh, oh, Edward! Bella's tired of taking all the blame. And let's face it...that boy has some explaining to do. Fortunately for him, he won't be called upon to account for his actions in this chapter. Well, let me know if at the end of this chapter you think he should feel fortunate, because an old 'friend' is coming to town: Jane.

That's right girls and boys, this week's chapter is from Jane's point of view. Here's the teaser...Enjoy!

Silently Jane turned, making her way back to the main part of the castle and to her chambers beyond. Upon entering them, she removed her cloak and hung it in the wardrobe that sat unused on the far end of the room. Since she had joined the Volturi over four centuries ago, she had worn their cloak as a sign of her allegiance. She had never had any reason to set it aside, not even to exchange it for street-ware, as her talents elevated her above the menial tasks that called for their kind to mingle with humans. Now the dark grey fabric was gathered on a hanger and shut away in the wooden closet. She felt uncomfortably bare without it. As she glanced in the mirror that hung on the wall nearby, she was almost blinded by the stark whiteness of her peasant blouse. Unsettled but still determined, Jane shifted her eyes away from her reflection and set about preparing for her departure.

She moved swiftly about her room, collecting the few things she couldn’t bear to part with, leaving everything else untouched. As Jane’s hand closed around the tiny miniature of her brother, she closed her ruby eyes and sighed. Her face, always so carefully blank, cracked for a moment, revealing the heartbreak and frustration of a constantly thwarted girl. For an instant she appeared as what she had once been: no more than a child, overwhelmed by the world and so very powerless in the face of those around her. A quiet, tearless sob leaked out of her mouth and she clutched the image of her brother against her, holding onto it as if it were a talisman against her grief. A moment passed and her face calmed; the tightening of her jaw the only indication that any emotions had just passed over her visage. She tucked the miniature inside her shirt, just below where her heart had once beaten, then turned and calmly walked out the door.

The playlist song for this chapter is Hell's Bells by AC/DC: