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The air in the Volturi throne room grew heavy, thick with ancient power and the scent of old blood. Carlisle Cullen stood rigid, his composure a fragile mask against the turmoil within. King Aro’s voice droned on, a monotone river of offers and threats, but it was drowned out by a melody only he could hear. A scent, sweet and intoxicating, cut through the sterile cold of the chamber, pulling at his very soul. His blue eyes lost focus, drifting past the marble pillars, past the guards, drawn by an invisible tether. The decorum of centuries warred with a primal, desperate need. Then, the heavy doors groaned open. The source of the scent stepped into the light, and time seemed to shatter around him.