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Prologue
She softly hit her knuckles against the wooden door not believing she was here and seeking help from him, when no one answered she added more force. Her body was trembling not from the cold but from the day's earlier events, he knew what she was and tried to use it against her.
The door swung open revealing him, clad only in dark black jeans, running his fingers through his mussed hair. One look at her shaken state made his heart beat erratically in his chest, he wasn't supposed to even feel remotely bothered but it could not be helped. Her hair was hanging limp and wet, her hands shook by her sides, looking through the glasses she always hid behind he saw her dark red eyes.
"Angela?"
Before realising what he was doing, he pulled her by her wrists into an embrace.
"Edward," she was breathing heavy "he knows."
"Who?" he asked, anger filtering through his voice, although he had a feeling he already knew.
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