Chapter 17 Choose Playing With Fire
- “How's your BBC?” Eloise's question made me choke on the meat I was eating. I flailed in the air, trying to reach for the drink that seemed unreachable. It wasn't until Renesmee smacked me on the back that I could control myself.
- “Instead of asking how I'm doing, you're asking how someone else is doing. I don't even know you,” I said, slamming my fork down.
- Eloise pointed at me with the spoon. “Looking at your smiling face, I know you're doing well.”