Forty-One
Eleanor looked up to eye the front door as it opened. Jacob came in, obviously agitated and began to head straight for the stairs. "Hey," Eleanor stopped him, "they get out okay?" "They're fine," he said, shortly. "Are you?" she asked. She hadn't talked to Jacob properly in a long time. She missed talking to the shapeshifter. He nodded with a sigh, "I'm surviving." Eleanor stood up and moved over to her friend. She pulled him into a brief hug and patted his shoulder, "you know something good is going to come out of this, right?" "No, I don't. Bella's upstairs dying, how can you say that?" Jacob pulled away, offended. Eleanor's eyes flashed red and she grinned, "I have my ways of knowing. Now, get your butt upstairs." He eyed her for a moment, before rolling his eyes and jog
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