*Look out for Jasper*, Emmett went on, oblivious to my reverie. *He's not as angry...but he's more resolved.*
	I saw what he meant, and for a moment the room swam around me. The flash of my rage was so all-consuming that a red haze clouded my vision. I thought I would choke on it.
	*EDWARD! GET A GRIP!* Emmmett shouted at me in his head. His hand came down on my shoulder, holding me in my seat before I could jump to my feet. He rarely used his full strength- there was almost never a need, for he was so much stronger than any vampire we'd ever encountered- but he used it now. He gripped my arm, rather than pushing me down. If he'd been pushing, the chair under me would have collapsed.