“Jacob?” My voice so soft that I think he doesn’t hear me until he rumbles a ‘hmm’ sound. Of course he heard. His hearing is almost as good as my mother and father’s. Almost as good as that of a vampire’s. “How long are we going to be together?”
This wakes the sleeping teen up more and he turns me over to look me in the eyes. “What do you mean, Nessie?” His voice covered in concern. Of course this question worried him. He had imprinted on me, which meant there was no chance he would leave me. And made it nearly impossible for me to leave him. I could see why this brought on concern. But that was not what this question was about. No.
“Will you die?” I cleared up my question. I couldn’t die. I could be killed but I wouldn’t get much older then I was now. Would he?
Jacob sighed and I knew it was with relief. “Not unless I am killed. And I know no one here –including myself- will let that happen.” He kissed my nose in the way that made me pull back and cover it, my face flushing with embarrassment. “Go to sleep, Renesmee.”
He used my full name. Why would he do that? Unless he was lying to me. Could he? No, he couldn’t. That was against the bonds on imprint mates. Right? “Jacob?”
“Go to sleep.” Was what he said, turning me back over and pulling me against his chest. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to get anything more from him. I closed my eyes and just as I was about to drift into the full depths of sleep I heard his rumbling answer to my question.