WE BEGAN THE STEEP CLIMB, AND THE ROAD GREW CONGESTED. As we wound higher,the cars became too close together for Alice to weave insanely between them anymore. We slowed to acrawl behind a little tan Peugeot.

　　"Alice," I moaned. The clock on the dash seemed to be speeding up.

　　"It's the only way in," she tried soothe me. But her voice was too strained to comfort.

　　The cars continued to edge forward, one car length at a time. The sun beamed down brilliantly, seemingalready overhead.

　　The cars crept one by one toward the city. As we got closer, I could see cars parked by the side of theroad with people getting out to walk the test of the way. At first I thought it was justimpatience—something I could easily understand. But then we came around a switchback, and I could see the filled parking lot outside the city wall, the crowds of people walking through the gates. No onewas being allowed to drive through.

　　"Alice," I whispered urgently.

　　"I know," she said. Her face was chiseled from ice.

　　Now that I was looking, and we were crawling slowly enough to see, I could tell that it was very windy.

　　The people crowding toward the gate gripped their hats and tugged their hair out of their faces. Theirclothes billowed around them. I also noticed that the color red was everywhere. Red shirts, red hats, redflags dripping like long ribbons beside the gate, whipping in the wind—as I watched, the brilliant crimsonscarf one woman had tied around her hair was caught in a sudden gust. It twisted up into the air aboveher, writhing like it was alive. She reached for it, jumping in the air, but it continued to flutter higher, apatch of bloody color against the dull, ancient walls.

　　"Bella." Alice spoke quickly in a fierce, low voice. "I can't see what the guard here will decide now—ifthis doesn't work, you're going to have to go in alone. You're going to have to run. Just keep asking forthe Palazzo dei Priori, and running in the direction they tell you. Don't get lost.""Palazzo dei Priori, Palazzo dei Priori," I repeated the name over and over again, trying to get it down.

　　"Or 'the clock tower,' if they speak English. I'll go around and try to find a secluded spot somewherebehind the city where I can go over the wall."I nodded. "Palazzo dei Priori.""Edward will be under the clock tower, to the north of the square. There's a narrow alleyway on theright, and he'll be in the shadow there. You have to get his attention before he can move into the sun."I nodded furiously.

　　Alice was near the front of the line. A man in a navy blue uniform was directing the flow of traffic, turningthe cars away from the full lot. They U-turned and headed back to find a place beside the road. Then itwas Alice's turn.

　　The uniformed man motioned lazily, not paying attention. Alice accelerated, edging around him andheading for the gate. He shouted something at us, but held his ground, waving frantically to keep the nextcar from following our bad example.

　　The man at the gate wore a matching uniform. As we approached him, the throngs of tourists passed,crowding the sidewalks, staring curiously at the pushy, flashy Porsche.

　　The guard stepped into the middle of the street. Alice angled the car carefully before she came to a fullstop. The sun beat against my window, and she was in shadow. She swiftly reached behind the seat andgrabbed something from her bag.

　　The guard came around the car with an irritated expression, and tapped on her window angrily.

　　She rolled the window down halfway, and I watched him do a double take when he saw the face behindthe dark glass.

　　"I'm sorry, only tour buses allowed in the city today, miss," he said in English, with a heavy accent. Hewas apologetic, now, as if he wished he had better news for the strikingly beautiful woman.

　　 "It's a private tour," Alice said, flashing an alluring smile. She reached her hand out cf the window, intothe sunlight. I froze, until I realized she was wearing an elbow-length, tan glove. She took his hand, stillraised from tapping her window, and pulled it into the car. She put something into his palm, and foldedhis fingers around it.

　　His face was dazed as he retrieved his hand and stared at the thick roll of money he now held. Theoutside bill was a thousand dollar bill.

　　"Is this a joke?" he mumbled.

　　Alice's smile was blinding. "Only if you think it's funny."He looked at her, his eyes staring wide. I glanced nervously at the clock on the dash. If Edward stuck tohis plan, we had only five minutes left.

　　"I'm in a wee bit of a hurry," she hinted, still smiling.

　　The guard blinked twice, and then shoved the money inside his vest. He took a step away from thewindow and waved us on. None of the passing people seemed to notice the quiet exchange. Alice droveinto the city, and we both sighed in relief.

　　The street was very narrow, cobbled with the same color stones as the faded cinnamon brown buildingsthat darkened the street with their shade. It had the feel of an alleyway. Red flags decorated the walls,spaced only a few yards apart, flapping in the wind that whistled through the narrow lane.

　　It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress.

　　"Just a little farther," Alice encouraged me; I was gripping the door handle, ready to throw myself into thestreet as soon as she spoke the word.

　　She drove in quick spurts and sudden stops, and the people in the crowd shook their fists at us and saidangry words that I was glad I couldn't understand. She turned onto a little path that couldn't have beenmeant for cars; shocked people had to squeeze into doorways as we scraped by. We found anotherstreet at the end. The buildings were taller here; they leaned together overhead so that no sunlighttouched the pavement—the thrashing red flags on either side nearly met. The crowd was thicker herethan anywhere else. Alice stopped the car. I had the door open before we were at a standstill.

　　She pointed to where the street widened into a patch of bright openness. "There—we're at the southernend of the square. Run straight across, to the right of the clock tower. I'll find a way around—"Her breath caught suddenly, and when she spoke again, her voice was a hiss. "They're everywhere?"I froze in place, but she pushed me out of the car. "Forget about them. You have two minutes. Go, Bella,go!" she shouted, climbing out of the car as she spoke.

　　I didn't pause to watch Alice melt into the shadows. I didn't stop to close my door behind me. I shoved aheavy woman out of my way and ran flat out, head down, paying little attention to anything but theuneven stones beneath my feet.

　　Coming out of the dark lane, I was blinded by the brilliant sunlight beating down into the principal plaza.

　　The wind whooshed into me, flinging my hair into my eyes and blinding me further. It was no wonder thatI didn't see the wall of flesh until I'd smacked into it.

　　There was no pathway, no crevice between the close pressed bodies. I pushed against them furiously, fighting the hands that shoved back. I heard exclamations of irritation and even pain as I battled my waythrough, but none were in a language I understood. The faces were a blur of anger and surprise,surrounded by the ever-present red. A blond woman scowled at me, and the red scarf coiled around herneck looked like a gruesome wound. A child, lifted on a man's shoulders to see over the crowd, grinneddown at me, his lips distended over a set of plastic vampire fangs.

　　The throng jostled around me, spinning me the wrong direction. I was glad the clock was so visible, orI'd never keep my course straight. But both hands on the clock pointed up toward the pitiless sun, and,though I shoved viciously against the crowd, I knew I was too late. I wasn't halfway across. I wasn'tgoing to make it. I was stupid and slow and human, and we were all going to die because of it.

　　I hoped Alice would get out. I hoped that she would see me from some dark shadow and know that Ihad failed, so she could go home to Jasper.

　　I listened, above the angry exclamations, trying to hear the sound of discovery: the gasp, maybe thescream, as Edward came into someone's view.

　　But there was a break in the crowd—I could see a bubble of space ahead. I pushed urgently toward it,not realizing till I bruised my shins against the bricks that there was a wide, square fountain set into thecenter of the plaza.

　　I was nearly crying with relief as I flung my leg over the edge and ran through the knee-deep water. Itsprayed all around me as I thrashed my way across the pool. Even in the sun, the wind was glacial, andthe wet made the cold actually painful. But the fountain was very wide; it let me cross the center of thesquare and then some in mere seconds. I didn't pause when I hit the far edge—I used the low wall as aspringboard, throwing myself into the crowd.

　　They moved more readily for me now, avoiding the icy water that splattered from my dripping clothes asI ran. I glanced up at the clock again.

　　A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Childrencried, covering their ears. And I started screaming as I ran.

　　"Edward!" I screamed, knowing it was useless. The crowd was too loud, and my voice was breathlesswith exertion. But I couldn't stop screaming.

　　The clock tolled again. I ran past a child in his mother's arms—his hair was almost white in the dazzlingsunlight. A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as I barreled through them. Theclock tolled again.

　　On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseerswho milled aimlessly around me. My eyes searched the dark narrow passage to the right of the widesquare edifice under the tower. I couldn't see the street level—there were still too many people in theway. The clock tolled again.

　　It was hard to see now. Without the crowd to break the wind, it whipped at my face and burned myeyes. I couldn't be sure if that was the reason behind my tears, or if I was crying in defeat as the clocktolled again.

　　A little family of four stood nearest to the alley's mouth. The two girls wore crimson dresses, withmatching ribbons tying their dark hair back. The father wasn't tall. It seemed like I could see somethingbright in the shadows, just over his shoulder. I hurtled toward them, trying to see past the stinging tears.

　　The clock tolled, and the littlest girl clamped her hands over her ears.

　　 The older girl, just waist high on her mother, hugged her mother's leg and stared into the shadows behindthem. As I watched, she tugged on her mother's elbow and pointed toward the darkness. The clocktolled, and I was so close now.

　　I was close enough to hear her high-pitched voice. Her father stared at me in surprise as I bore down onthem, rasping out Edward's name over and over again.

　　The older girl giggled and said something to her mother, gesturing toward the shadows again impatiently.

　　I swerved around the father—he clutched the baby out of my way—and sprinted for the gloomy breachbehind them as the clock tolled over my head.

　　"Edward, no!" I screamed, but my voice was lost in the roar of the chime.

　　I could see him now. And I could see that he could not see me.

　　It was really him, no hallucination this time. And I realized that my delusions were more flawed than I'drealized; they'd never done him justice.

　　Edward stood, motionless as a statue, just a few feet from the mouth of the alley. His eyes were closed,the rings underneath them deep purple, his arms relaxed at his sides, his palms turned forward. Hisexpression was very peaceful, like he was dreaming pleasant things. The marble skin of his chest wasbare—there was a small pile of white fabric at his feet. The light reflecting from the pavement of thesquare gleamed dimly from his skin.

　　I'd never seen anything more beautiful—even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that.

　　And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did notmatter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

　　The clock tolled, and he took a large stride toward the light.

　　"No!" I screamed. "Edward, look at me!"He wasn't listening. He smiled very slightly. He raised his foot to take the step that would put him directlyin the path of the sun.

　　I slammed into him so hard that the force would have hurled me to the ground if his arms hadn't caughtme and held me up. It knocked my breath out of me and snapped my head back.

　　His dark eyes opened slowly as the clock tolled again.

　　He looked down at me with quiet surprise.

　　"Amazing," he said, his exquisite voice full of wonder, slightly amused. "Carlisle was right.""Edward," I tried to gasp, but my voice had no sound. "You've got to get back into the shadows. Youhave to move!"He seemed bemused. His hand brushed softly against my cheek. He d............