Bella didn’t like their interest in her as much as the next person. It was…creepy and uncomfortable. They look at her with such an expression that it sends chills down her spine— especially Aro. To hear this woman say ‘my Aro’ let Bella know that they must be together.
It didn’t make her feel any better.
No words were uttered as she silently took a few hesitant steps closer. Bella did not want to induce any anger, or say something that could set her off. Anyone from the Volturi had reason to be feared.
She couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand what Aro saw in this human. There was obviously some sort of potential there, although what exactly it was pertained to she couldn’t place. Her eyes watch Bella intensely, red as fresh blood.
Then she gives an indignant sniff, turning her nose up.
She isn’t special. Or even beautiful.
“By the way Aro spoke of you, I had been expecting something extraordinary. I see I had nothing to worry about. You’re quite plain. I do not know what he finds so interesting about you.”
