Bella's POV
I spoke without pausing, my words flowing in one unbroken stream. My eyes caught the sunlight, gleaming with an intensity that forced others to look away.
Jasper's brow creased, as though he was trying to decipher what I really meant.
Genevieve went white as a sheet, her gaze darting around wildly, refusing to believe what she'd just heard. Her second son Gideon had accused me of causing harm. Sure, Gideon could be reckless, but he'd never done anything truly evil.
I could see the conflict in her eyes as she looked at Ivy, clearly torn. Ivy had always been someone she cherished, appearing so sweet and innocent. The idea that such a girl could deliberately harm me must have seemed impossible to her. I watched her struggle, trying to figure out what was really happening, who was lying, and who was telling the truth.
I wasn't defending myself. All I cared about was my grandmother. I hadn't done it, and I sure as hell wasn't taking the blame for someone else.
