Carlisle knew exactly what he was trying to do. He knew that he had to choose between capturing a dangerous vampire or getting his wife before she was hurt. Snarling a bit, he chose the latter, knowing that even if he'd tried to grab Jasper at this point, he would only end up hurting the son he was trying to protect. So instead, he ran, outstretching his arms and grabbing hold of Esme tightly as he all but tumbled to the ground.

He swallowed roughly, his eyes shut tight, knowing that when he went to look for him, Jasper would likely not be there. "Are you alright?" he murmured, wanting to be sure the choice had at least been worth it.