Home? I scoffed at that, looking at them like they had gone bollocks. “Your home is not mine.”

“It's not ours, too,” Fred responded. “You are our home, Bella. Wherever you go is where we will go. We don't care where that is. As long as you are with us. That's all that matters.”

I wanted to sneer at them, to claim they didn't know what they were saying, but before I could do that, yells from outside stopped me. It wasn't a shout of pain, but anger.

“Fuck. They don't seem to ...