Vs. Rosalie

I winced at the mental picture that followed, at what would have happened if I'd admitted to Rosalie that Bella knew I was a vampire when we were at home, where Rosalie didn't have a facade to keep up. I'd have to hide my Aston Martin somewhere out of state if she didn't calm down by the time school was over. The sight of my favorite car, mangled and burning, was upsetting- though I knew I'd earned the retribution.