I know, he said, one of your more serious faults. I'd have loved to believe that Bernardo and Olaf had rescued me and we were back in the cave entrance, but the chains sort of ruined that pleasant thought. I think part of me knew what I was looking at, before the rest of me would accept it. It made me sad, and a little depressed, and not happy with Edward.
If he hadn't been starved worse than any vamp I've ever seen outside of a coffin prison, he would never have attacked me. His words were pulling free of the accent as he regained control of his temper. I could feel it moving over my body, legs straddling my waist. The house was so quiet.
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