"Edward. Truth or Dare?" Great! Now it was my turn.

“Truth.” There were hundreds of questions buzzing around in Jacob’s mind, and I figured it’d be best to help him out a bit rather than frustrate him further.

“Do you regret changing Bella?” he whispered.

This had been the one question that he had wanted to know the answer of for the last three years. He hadn’t cared too much for a while – his entire world was my daughter. Eventually, living with us had taken its toll. The least I could do was answering him honestly.

I held Bella closer. “All the time. Yet never.” How could I – how could anyone be okay with taking away Bella’s humanity? She was so fragile, so beautiful, and so perfect as a human. It was like taking your most cherished item and cutting it in half. On the other hand, we had both wanted her to live for eternity so that we could be together forever, and that was a good thing added to the mess that we sifted through when her change was imminent.

The room sat in silence for a few moments as I listened to Jacob thinking this through. He mulled it over, finally understanding the response I had meant. A simple nod of his head continued the game.

“Rosalie! Truth or Dare?” Her head snapped up and turned into my direction. She was still painting her nails, but her thoughts immediately went to Nessie. Rosalie was all for keeping the baby, and cared for her just as much as Jacob. She would take the time for my daughter’s sake.

“Dare,” she smirked. It was all the push I needed.

“Paint your nails lemon yellow.”

Eyes wide, mouth open, she stared at me as if I was crazy. I rather was; a freak among freaks….

Alice ran upstairs to fetch the color I had described and came back carrying two bottles. I couldn’t understand why at first. She kept her thoughts hidden and I hadn’t figured to listen in on Rosalie.

After closing the bottle of her current bright red polish, she picked up one of the new bottles, twisting it in her hand. A second later, it was flying at me. I turned my head just enough to let it skim my nose and smash into the wall behind me. I was glad Alice hadn’t stayed completely out of her visions. Rosalie was furious at my escape, but finally managed her dare with the second bottle. Once one of her hands was painted yellow and the other red, she continued the game.