His eyes left hers. A look of utter discouragement entered them. He spoke slowly, with unnatural distinctness.
"Treving offered to lay me any stakes he'd spend this evening with you without my knowing."
His eyes remained averted. Perhaps he didn't dare risk the vital testimony hers might have yielded.
Her voice was sharp.
"Treving said that?"
He nodded.
"But I don't think he'll succeed. And I warned him as he deserved. You may as well make up your mind, Bella, that that incident is finished."
"On the contrary," she answered, "it's only begun."
He swung around and bent over her, grasping her shoulders, shaking her slightly.
"Unless, Bella—unless—"