At the mention of feeding, Bella put a hand to her throat. The burn was there, as always, just muted. She and Edward had hunted a few days before she'd stepped through the door. It wouldn't get bad for another week, so she had time. But time for what?

"That's never an easy way to live," Bella agreed somewhat absently, most of her mind occupied with the problem of her thirst and how she could possibly manage it here.