Then why the hardware? I glanced down at the gun very visible against my red shirt. His head threw back, then down, and his face moved in a white blur towards me. But now suddenly, I wasn't sure about anything. He was entirely too comfortable in his own skin, as if nothing really bad had ever touched him.
He looked at me, eyes showing too much white. It was a test, Anita. But for the very first time I realized that if Edward didn't have a heart to lose, that he wished he had one to give. If we'd had the time, I'd have asked how they did it, though I doubt I'd have understood the answer.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.