The word may as well have been a dare for all the effect it had on Bella.

She leaned forward, rising up onto the balls of her feet, stretching her arms out as though she could just fly off the cliff and glide down to the bottom. A part of her wondered at the absence of fear -- she was the girl who used to get scared when he ran too fast with her, the girl who'd had to close her eyes to deal with heights.

A glimpse at the waves below does nothing to quell her intent. Her mind is silent now in anticipation of the fall.