Kaure’s part Ticuna Indian. She was raised to be
more superstitious — or you could call it more aware — than those who live in the
modern world. She suspects what I am, or close enough.” He still didn’t sound
worried. “They have their own legends here. The Libishomen—a blood drinking
demon who preys exclusively on beautiful women.” He leered at me.
How did people do this—swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had—with less than the absolute commitment Edward had given me? If it weren’t Edward out there, if I didn’t know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him, I’d never be able to get up off this floor.
But it was Edward out there, so I whispered the words “Don’t be a coward” under my breath and scrambled to my feet.