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    Mr and Mrs Cullen

    Of course, that was completely incorrect. The contest may have been his idea, but I had caused the limo to stop.

    And I should have been gone five minutes ago, but I had been too caught up in watching the results of my work. I was such an amateur, and totally new to formulating and executing plans on my own.

    This quality displayed itself again when I failed to even think of the easy thing (smash the window behind me and jump out) and attempted to do the hard thing (run past literally all of them to get to the door).

    Needless to say, I was unsuccessful in reaching the door. I had barely moved from my seat before all pairs of red eyes turned away from Nathaniel and towards me. So I’d created a shorter delay than expected. Much shorter, unfortunately.

    “You’re not going anywhere, I’m afraid, Isabella,” Demetri shook his head at me mockingly.

    His tone seriously annoyed me, so I ran at him, growling and cursing. “You’ll never be successful in keeping me at Volterra!” I yelled, “The Cullens will come, and then you’ll be sorry!”

    I’d wanted to hit him and make him hurt, but he grabbed my wrists before I could do so and shoved me backwards onto the seat across from him.

    “Get us moving Felix!” He cried as he stood overtop of me. “Nathaniel, get me the handcuffs.”

    Handcuffs? What was with these people? Surely they realized I would just break out of them…

    Just then, Demetri sat down in Nathaniel’s seat next to me and pinned my arms behind my back. I growled at him and struggled, but to no avail.

    Nathaniel, meanwhile, had taken out a cell phone and was dialing some number.

    “Chris,” he spoke low and fast, but I could still hear him. By now we were moving – much to my dismay – so Nathaniel was forced to sit in Demetri’s previous spot, away from his friend Archie.

    “Demetri wants you here,” he was saying to Chris, and I suddenly realized what the ‘handcuffs’ must be.

    No way was I going to fall for his stupid tricks again!

    I was contemplating altering Nathaniel’s thoughts again, but by the time I had decided to do so he was off the phone.

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