Eu não estou interessada em ser uma estrela de Hollywood.
“Felix?” Jane said lazily.
“Wait,” the mind reader said loudly. He turned to Carlisle and spoke quickly. “We could explain the rules to the young one. She doesn’t seem unwilling to learn. She didn’t know what she was doing.”
“Of course,” Carlisle said eagerly, looking at Jane. “We would certainly be prepared to take responsibility for Bree.”
Jane’s face looked like she wasn’t sure if they were joking, but if they were joking, they were funnier than she’d given them credit for. Me, I was touched to the core. These vampires were strangers, but they’d gone out on this dangerous limb for me. I already knew it wasn’t going to work, but still.
“We don’t make exceptions,” Jane told them, amused. “And we don’t give second chances. It’s bad for our reputation.”
It was like she was discussing someone else. I didn’t care that she was talking about killing me. I knew the yellow-eyes couldn’t stop her. She was the vampire police. But even though the vampire cops were dirty—really dirty—at least the yellow-eyes knew it now.
“Take care of that, Felix,” Jane said indifferently, nodding at me. “I want to go home.”
“Don’t watch,” the redheaded mind reader whispered.
I closed my eyes.
“Mas quem ai gosta do feriado do carnaval?”