Jasper snatches up Alice's hand again as quick as he can. She may not need it, but he as sure as Hell needs her touch to keep calm.

And he doesn't want to ask what she saw.

Walking through the halls of Volterra, where the corridors seem endless and choked with tension, is not somewhere he ever imagined himself being. Simply hearing the stories was enough to scare him into keeping his head down in the past so he never had to.

But, Carlisle.

"Any resistance ahead?" he asks Edward in a terse whisper, almost stepping on his brother's heels with how close he keeps.