Alice skids to a halt in the middle of the sun-bright glass living room, her phone glowing in one hand. Jasper stands by the window, tense, his golden eyes tracing her every move. She blinks as another vision flickers, Bella cornered in a room walled with mirrors, a hunter's pale hand reaching. The image shivers and breaks, replaced by Bella safe in Edward's arms, then gone again as someone changes their mind. Rain patters against the house, but inside, everything holds its breath.
"It's changed,"
she says, voice pitched low.
"He's decided something new."
Jasper's hand closes over hers before she can pace another furious circle. His presence steadies her, but the future does not. They have only minutes before Edward calls, or before the vision shifts again, and time runs out.