this hostage stuff is fun

After the family meeting was over, Alice had wandered off to sit outside, to get some clear, fresh air. Rosalie had hurt her and Jasper hadn't done much better. She knew she wasn't infallible, but the family trusted her so much that sometimes it certainly felt like she was.

Jasper was forgiven, easily. He was her husband, and she loved him and would let nothing come between them. She'd looked so long for him, that silly arguments about a bar at the end of the universe wouldn't be enough to tear them apart.

Rosalie however. The girls, for the most part, got along. They were fantastic sisters, loved each other, loved shopping, being around one another...for about ninety-five percent of the time. The other five percent was spent like this, fuming.

Her eyes unfocused for a moment and the second she came back, Alice flew up, gritting her teeth, before stomping back to her room. Her jaw was tight as she stared at her sister's back as she went through Alice's closet. The smaller woman placed her hands on her hips and growled slightly. "Rosalie. What are you doing?"