"Don't change the subject!" He stood and paced angrily at the side of the bed. "You can't do this. You can't just decide we're chums when you're lonely or horny or—"

"I am scared!" she shouted over his tirade, her voice hoarse. "I do not want sex, I wanted you to stay with me. You have an annoying habit of cuddling. I thought if we had sex, you would stay, and I would not be alone here. I am sorry if I opened your wounds regarding me, but what was I supposed to do?"

She was more human than she gave herself credit for. He felt like an asshole, and he hated that she could make him feel that way. "First of all, I don't have any wounds because of you."

She glared at him, hurt shining in her eyes even as she prepared for another round of fighting.

He let her stew for a minute, then sat beside her on the bed. "And second, all you had to do was ask."

The way his voice went rough, the way he had to clip his words short to get them out made him crazy. He was going to say something stupid. He knew it, and wouldn't be able to stop it.

"All you have to do is ask for anything, and I'm not going to be able to tell you no." He swallowed. There it was. "And that's probably why I hate you so much."

She smiled and kissed him, a friendly peck, thank God, and pulled him with her onto the bed.

As she arranged the covers around them, he glanced at the clock in the corner. "You know, it's not exactly my bedtime."

"Stay," she implored, twining her fingers with his.

His lips quirked in a reluctant smile. "And I'm not exactly dressed for bed, either."

"Stay," she repeated, yawning.

He did.

During the day, while we slept, the atmosphere in the house seemed to change. If the Oracle had intended to snake our confidence by nearly killing Bella, her plan had backfired. By the time we gathered for another—hopefully uneventful—war council, we'd all found some sort of peace with each other.

Max, however, hadn't found peace with his dining room, so we met in the library. Bella lay curled before the fireplace in a pose that betrayed her canine blood. Max sat at her side, occasionally giving her head an affectionate scratch. Each time he did this, Nathan, seated in the stiff-backed wing chair next to mine, rolled his eyes.

I gave him a warning glance and cleared my throat. "So, she can see into the Oracle's head? Like with a blood tie?"

Bella shook her head. "No. I am not familiar with your vampire tie, but I know I cannot control what I see."

"So, the Oracle is controlling it," Nathan murmured pensively. He stared straight ahead, the way he always did when working out a difficult problem.