A/N: Just a reminder. Edward is not a perfect man in this story. He is physically beautiful, but it may have come at a price. I know some of you had some concerns about him in your reviews.
Okay, these first few chapters have been some necessary background info. But I think we've built our foundation for the story. We're still on track for about 20 or so chapters.
All characters belong to S. Meyer. I'm just playing with Edward in my own little world.
Ch. 7 – Edge of Night
Chapter Song Rec: One Last Breath by Creed
Knees and arms bent, hands fisted at my sides, I struck one hand out quickly, flattening it out and pointing it as straight as a dagger as it went. The air whooshed around my hand, as if being sliced in two.
"Yaahh!"
Slowly, I twisted my wrist all the way around, in slow motion, before flattening both palms quickly against my thigh and jumping on one foot before kicking out with the other.
"Hah!"
I twisted around at lightning speed, jumped and kicked again. The great words of the Grand Master rang out loudly across the mirrored martial arts school.
'In victory, be humble. In defeat, be strong. In all things be fair.'
I bent my knee and kicked out repeatedly, balancing myself on my other foot.
"Hayahh!"
My abs burned, muscles in my arms and legs tightened, beads of sweat trickled slowly down the side of my face. I repeated my form and chanted in my head.
'In Victory be humble. In defeat, be strong. In all things be fair.'
'Edward, thanks for bringing me over. It was great to see you again.'
'Edward, thanks for bringing me over. It was great to see you again.'
Fuck!
I closed my eyes tightly, striking with my hands, kicking with my legs, anything and everything to block her out; the feel of her jumping into my arms, her depthless eyes, her honey voice, the feel of her lips against my cheek, her sweet, unique scent washing over me, as potent in my memories as it had been a week ago, when I'd seen her last.
'I'm engaged.'
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Frustrated, I finished off my form and with a stiff nod towards the Grand Master and the handful of black belts still on the floor I made my way to the shower room.
It wasn't working. Nothing I'd tried over the past week had worked of clearing my mind of Bella. She was in everything I did, in every dream I dreamt, in every face I saw throughout my days. As pointless as it was, she was everywhere.
I washed off all the sweat and rinsed myself off under the hot spray of water pounding down over my head and shoulders. The other evening with Bella replayed itself in my head over and over, as it had for the past seven days. Gripping my hair in both hands, I leaned up against the cold tiles, resting my forehead against them.
Goddamnit. Seven days later, the fact that Isabella Swan was engaged was still eating away at me. I had no idea why. I mean, I hadn't seen the girl in over six years. We hadn't kept in touch then, and there was no reason to do so now. For what? To torture myself? It was like dangling a bone in front of a dog; the most fucking beautiful and delicious bone you could ever imagine, and telling the dog he couldn't have it; another asshole dog already had dibs on it.
Why put the poor fucking creature through the torture?
I dried myself off and haphazardly tied my towel around my hips, walking to my locker and dressing for tonight. I'd had enough of this shit. I'd been mopey and more irritable than usual this past week. When I'd gotten back to the club last week after leaving Bella at Jasper's club, I'd returned to a very pissed off Victoria and a not-quite-as-pissed-off-but-still-puzzled Emmett. They'd already taken care of the asshole with the X, and while Emmett had just dropped it when I'd told him I'd had something to do, Victoria had glared hard at me before picking up her purse and walking out of the club.
Whatever.
The last thing on my mind had been appeasing Victoria. For the last week, she'd come into work and handled the business without speaking more than a handful of words to me; only addressing me when necessary. I knew what she was probably thinking; that I'd been off fucking around. And while the truth was anything but that, I had no interest in clearing things up for her. She sat as queen de facto of the hottest nightclub in Seattle; it was a position and a title she lived for. As long as that didn't change, she'd come around.
But tonight I'd had enough. I'd been walking around with a tight knot in my chest for a week now and it was time to shake this shit off already. I'd gotten over Isabella Swan and her bottomless eyes and beautiful smile and sweet voice once before, I could do it again.
Emmett and one of the deejays for the night were discussing the music in the still silent club when I arrived. We had a couple of hours until opening, so I headed upstairs to my office. When I reached it, I heard Victoria behind the door.
"Look at these goddamned receipts. Down almost ten percent from six months ago!" she yelled.
I stepped into the office without knocking. The five bartenders she'd lined up in front of her turned to look at me with looks ranging from wary to downright pissed. The new girl to the group, Gianna, a short little blond we'd hired a few days ago, looked like she was ready to shit herself.
"What's going on?" I asked, furrowing my brows and glancing between the bartenders and Victoria.
"Look at these receipts," Victoria said angrily, waving a pile of papers my way. "Our liquor sales are down almost ten percent in the past six months. The top shelf liquors are the biggest declines!" She waved an angry hand towards our bar staff. "I don't know what these clowns are selling down there, but it's taking a toll on the bottom line!"
I took the receipts from her and gave them a quick glance. She was right. I didn't have a calculator in front of me, but a quick glance at the charts and the numbers showed me that liquor sales had been slowly declining in the past few months.
I exhaled and threw the papers down on my desk, running a hand through my hair. The bar staff eyed me warily.
"What the hell is going on down there guys?" I asked. "You know you're supposed to be pushing the top shelf."
Alec, head of our bar staff, spoke up for his team.
"We can't force top shelf on the customers. Times are hard boss. People aren't spending the way they used to. Not even at clubs."
"People will always spend top dollar to impress!" Vicki answered, her cheeks burning as red as her hair. "That's what we're all about here, impressing. It's your job," Vicky said, pointing an accusatory red fingernail at each bar staff member individually, making Gianna cringe, "to help them do that! Make suggestions! Earn your fucking tips and wages!"
I set my lips in a tight line. "Hold on Vic," I said, putting one hand up, palm out towards her. Her blue eyes shot daggers at me before she threw her hands up and turned to face the window.
"Alec," I began, in a less accusatory tone than Vicki's, but with a firmness that reminded him who the boss was up in here. "I realize times are hard, but it's not our place to worry about how our patrons are going to pay their rent, or whether they'll be able to make their car payments next month. We're here to make money, just like every other business in this country." I pointed my index finger at him. "You push that top shelf, and you let them worry about how they're going to pay for it. Understood?"
Alec stared icily at me for a moment before nodding once. No, I wasn't his favorite person, but I didn't give a fuck. He didn't have to like me, but he had to do as I said.
"What's going on here?"
I looked up and saw Emmett standing by the open door, his signature grin in place though he wore a puzzled expression.
"Having a meeting I wasn't invited to?" he asked half-jokingly. While I usually ran the business end of things, Emmett was usually the one to hold meetings with the employees. Specifically to prevent scenes like the one that had just occurred in my office.
I explained the problem to Emmett and showed him the papers Vicki had shown me. But instead of frowning and getting upset the way I had, Emmett handed the papers back to me and chuckled.
"C'mon bro, you can't expect our liquor sales not to take a small dip with the way the economy's going."
"Ten percent is a bit more than just a dip Emmett," I said.
He snorted. "Edward, those are six month averages. I'm sure it'll all even out at the end of the year."
I glanced at the bar staff before I spoke. Though their faces were mainly blank, I could swear I noted a touch of smugness in Alec's features. I squared my shoulders.
"You're missing the point Em-"
"No Edward," Emmett said. Though he was still smiling, there was a seriousness in his tone that belied the smile. His eyes trailed to Victoria, where he rested his gaze for ten seconds before turning his eyes back to me. "I think you're missing the point. It's a bad market right now, and I'm sure these guys," he nodded his head towards the bar staff, "are doing the best they can. Now all we can ask from them is to keep it up."
He turned towards Alec and the rest of the bar staff. "Thanks guys. Why don't you all go get ready? Doors'll be opening up in about an hour."
They all nodded at Emmett and mumbled 'thanks' and 'will dos' before walking out.
Once they were gone, Emmett turned back to me. "Edward, can I see you in my office for a minute?"
"I'll be right there," I answered. He nodded and walked out, closing my door behind him.
When I turned around, Victoria was standing in front of my desk with her eyes trained on the door and a grimace on her face.
Emmett and Victoria were not each other's favorite people.
But right now, I wasn't worried about their level of friendship. And now that the whole issue regarding the liquor receipts was squashed, I couldn't care less about that either. Tonight I was going to distract myself and finally get my mind off of Bella, once and for all.
With a crooked grin in place I walked over to Victoria. The grimace didn't leave her face, though a familiar fire burned in her eyes. I lifted my arms to her shoulders but she shoved them away.
I chuckled and tried again. "C'mon baby. You're gonna play hard to get now?"
She shoved my arms away again. "First you fucking disappear for two hours last week, now you just stand there while your brother basically tells the bar staff to tell me to fuck off! What the fuck Edward?"
This time, when she tried to shove my arms away I grabbed hold of both her wrists and pinned her arms down to the top of my desk. She made a half-assed attempt to wriggle free.
"Relax Vicki. You take this shit too seriously sometimes." She kept fighting me, but it was obviously just a game to her now. "Anyway," I murmured, letting my eyes trail slowly down her body. She shuddered. "I think it's time that you and I…made up."
"Fuck you Edward," she hissed, but a slow smile crept over her lips.
"Exactly," I smiled crookedly, lowering my mouth to the exposed part of her chest and biting and licking my way across. She moaned and stopped fighting. Suddenly her hands were in my hair, pulling it wildly. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the moment. But something felt wrong…
"Edward," she breathed, spreading her legs open so that I could situate myself between them. "You're fucking lucky you look the way you do, otherwise I wouldn't give you the time of day."
Her words stopped me cold.
What would Victoria's reaction to me have been six years ago, when I was nothing but a zit-faced, four-eyed, geek? Would she still be here in this office with me, spreading her legs and knotting her fingers in my hair?
I snorted and backed away from her. I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that. There'd only been one female in my life who hadn't run away from me then. She'd been my friend, regardless of how I'd looked.
I'd run away from her. Because I couldn't take the fact that, even though I didn't disgust her, she didn't want me the way I'd wanted her. So I'd thrown our friendship away, and I was throwing that friendship away again, for the same goddamned reason.
Victoria watched me, her forehead wrinkling. "What is it Edward?" Her breathing had become erratic, expectant.
I shook my head, trying to clear it of all thoughts of her again, and attempted an easy smile.
"Nothing. But the club's going to be opening soon. I don't think we have time-"
She cut me off, chuckling in a husky voice. "Bullshit." Her hands went to the top button on my pants. "It'll only take five minutes."
For three seconds, I let her continue, listening to the sound of my zipper being lowered. And then my hand was over hers, and firmly, with a smile still on my face, I pulled her hand away.
'What the fuck?' a little voice originating from down south protested. 'Why the fuck are you stopping her?' But suddenly the thought of a quickie in my office disgusted me.
What the fuck was happening to me? What the hell happened to distracting myself? Steeling myself with blind determination, I grabbed Victoria's hips and pulled her forcefully against me. She gasped.
"Not now baby," I said languidly, trying to disguise the turmoil gripping my mind. A flash of anger flickered in her eyes. I chuckled and then leaned down to her ear, blowing in it once. "It's been over a week Victoria. I don't want a five minute quickie. I want to take you in a proper bed and fuck you long and hard, until you scream my name over…and over again."
She shuddered against me, clinging onto my hair as if for dear life. When I pulled back and looked at her face, I smirked. She looked as if she'd already gotten a head start on her own.
"Come over to my place later?" she asked shakily.
Distract yourself Cullen. Get her out of your system.
"I'll be there."
Once I'd left Victoria back in my office to get herself together, I walked into Emmett's office. He was working away on his laptop. When he saw me enter, he smiled widely and threw his long legs over his desk, leaning into his swivel chair and resting his head on his hands.
"What's up Emmett?" I asked.
He stared at me long and hard before answering with a question of his own.
"How are you doing Edward?"
I shrugged. "I'm fine."
He studied me again.
"You sure? 'Cause you've seemed sort of…distracted lately."
I snorted and shook my head.
No. I'm trying to get distracted. That's the problem.
"What?" he smirked, reading the expression on my face. "What is it Edward?"
I shook my head again. "Nothing."
He pursed his lips, and searched my eyes once more.
"Fine Edward. Look, I just wanted to remind you of something, seeing as your Ice Queen over there" – he jerked his head towards the door – "doesn't seem to know this. You and I bought this club to have fun Edward. I mean yeah, we wanted to make a living in the process, and fuck, I'd say we're doing pretty good at that."
He was right. Emmett had a cool apartment close to here, in a warehouse that had been converted into huge lofts. And I lived in a high-rise not too far away. We were doing pretty well by any measures.
"This place ain't some Wall Street bank where each dip and groove in business needs to be examined and dissected from each and every angle," he went on, lowering his legs from his desk so that he could sit up and lean forward in his seat. "This is a club. A dance club. And there will be good days and not-so-good days. But so long as we remember why we're here, and we treat those that help us keep this place going with the respect they deserve, it'll all even out. You catch my drift?" he asked pointedly.
I smirked and rolled my eyes. "Yeah Emmett. I get it."
"Do you Edward? 'Cause lately you've been a real asshole."
Yeah. Emmett usually called them as he saw them.
I stared back blankly. He leaned back and threw his feet over his desk again.
"Look, I'm not gonna tell you where to stick your dick Edward. But just because you're fucking her, doesn't mean you have to let her turn you into a fucking ice statue, like she is."
"She knows the business Em. She's been working nightclubs for much longer than you or I have."
"I wasn't asking you about her business sense little brother."
When I didn't say anything, he asked something else.
"Where were you last week Edward, when you disappeared for a couple of hours? You've been funny since then."
I looked past him. "I told you, I had to take care of something."
Emmett kept staring at me. After a couple of minutes, I couldn't avoid his gaze any more.
"I…I bumped into an old friend."
He narrowed his eyes. "The short brunette you were looking for when you ran outta here last week like your ass was on fire?"
I kept my face blank. "Yeah. Yeah, the short brunette."
He was silent for a while. "And?"
"And nothing. We had a cup of coffee." I shrugged. "She was looking for a job…as a bartender."
He gave me a puzzled frown.
"Vicki interviewed her and wasn't impressed," I said dryly.
He nodded slowly. "Ahh."
"So I took her over to Jasper Whitlock's place."
He chuckled and leaned forward in his seat. "You took her to the competition?"
I shrugged defensively. "She's a friend and needed a job. I don't know if she got it anyway." I tried to say that last part as if I didn't care one way or the other, but wasn't sure if I succeeded.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. The question he did ask didn't seem to be the one he'd been about to.
"Who is this friend of yours anyway? Do I know her?"
Emmett knew most of my friends, if only because I hadn't really had any until I'd moved to Seattle
"I'm not sure. She's from back when I was in high school." Emmett's eyebrow arched up. "Bella…uh Isabella Swan. She was a freshman when I was a junior."
He narrowed his eyes tightly before widening them in recollection.
"Swan. You mean the police chief's little girl?"
I smirked. "Well she was only a couple of years younger than me, but yeah, that's her."
He smiled widely. "Bella Swan, Bella Swan," he repeated, rubbing his chin. "She was a kid, but a kinda cute one if I remember correctly."
I shrugged and made no comment.
Emmett stared at me thoughtfully. "So she was your friend in high school."
"Yeah," I said simply.
He nodded slowly, and then wriggling his brows, he bent his arms at the elbows and fisted his hands, moving them back and forth a couple of times while thrusting his hips up. "How good a friend?"
I rolled my eyes. "Just a friend Emmett. You know how shit was for me in high school."
Emmett's usually upbeat expression darkened. I'd never told Emmett about all the teasing and shit in high school, but I got the feeling he'd suspected. Back then, when he'd come for visits from college, before he'd leave he'd always tell me to let him know if anyone was fucking with me so he could take care of them. But I never did.
Hey, I may have been a geeky motherfucker, but I wasn't a pussy.
"Yeah well," he knit his brows, "maybe if you'd taken down that fucking Yoda poster…"
I smirked. "The fucking poster had nothing to do with it."
"Sure it did," Emmett laughed. "What girl was gonna wanna ride you with that little green-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said impatiently. "Because taking down the poster would've magically turned me into someone more fuckable."
Emmett snickered. "Dude, you were tall, complicated, brooding, you played the fucking guitar," he enumerated on his fingers, "and you wrote your own goddamn music! And to top it all off, you were blessed with the Cullen jaw. Chicks can't resist the Cullen jaw," he said, running a hand over his own jaw line. "You would've played your cards right you could've had a different girl riding you every night. Take this Bella Swan for example-"
"No," I said through clenched teeth. "Don't fucking go there Em. She wasn't like that."
Emmett stopped laughing, but the smile stayed in place. He stared at me for a long while, searching my eyes.
"I see," he said with an arched brow.
I stared back at him before running one hand through my hair.
"Look, yeah, I sorta had a thing for her back in high school, but that was just because…because she was decent to me."
He nodded his head slowly, as if understanding what I wasn't saying. "So once you started college and started getting laid regularly, you forgot about her?"
"Yeah," I said a little too quickly. I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily. "Yeah," I lied. Because although I'd try to outrun the memory of her, it had been there. It may have been buried deeply, but it had been there the whole time.
Emmett nodded again. The look in his eyes said he saw right through the lie, but for once, he wasn't going to call me out on it. Not directly anyway.
"So she's working at Jasper's place now, huh?"
I shrugged and shook my head. "Like I said before, I don't really know. I haven't seen or spoken to her since that night, a week ago. I didn't get her number or anything, so I don't really have any way to get in touch with her."
I shrugged, still trying to pretend it didn't matter to me, but the look on Emmett's face told me I wasn't fooling anyone.
He crossed his feet over his desk. "Sure you do, if you really wanted to. Just go down to Whitlock's club and see if she's there. If she's not, there's always-"
"Em," I cut him off, leaning forward in my seat, "It doesn't matter anyway. She's…she's engaged, so…"
Emmett's eyes widened and he jerked his head back. His expression turned serious, before suddenly breaking out into a hearty laugh. I glared at him.
"So fucking what?" he asked, still laughing. "As long as there's no wedding ring on her finger, that don't mean shit."
I set my mouth in a straight line and shook my head, staring just beyond him again.
"Look," he said, "You've been a fucking mess these past few days Edward. And now you tell me you bumped into this long, lost friend of yours, and in five minutes you switch from telling me you couldn't give less of a shit, to whining about her being engaged. Which is it? Does she still affect you or doesn't she?"
"I…" – I drew in a deep breath and fisted my hair in one hand. "Look, it was just the surprise of seeing her again so suddenly, that's all. I had a stupid thing for her in high school, and seeing her again just brought all that back in a rush. But," I lifted one shoulder and dropped it, "it doesn't mean anything. She doesn't mean anything." But even as I said the words, my heart constricted painfully. "If I ever meet her again, I'll be ready, and it won't matter. Things are different now. I'm different, and girls…well, I don't have to limit myself anymore, right? There are plenty of fish in the sea for me now."
Emmett raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"
I inhaled deeply and let it all out in one large gust. "Yeah. Yeah I'm sure about that."
OOOOOOOOOO
A few hours later, the club was jumping. The deejay pumped the music loudly over the sound system; strobes of light bounced all around the darkened rooms, bodies swayed, hips moved and ground together on and off the dance floor, hands touched and groped. A typical night.
I stood off to one side of the large dance floor, watching the swarm of people moving against one another. My head bobbed to the beat of the glaring synthesizers while I weighed my options.
I could stay here off to the side, or I could join in the melee. On the one hand, if I were going to thoroughly distract myself, the middle of the dance floor was the place to be. As soon as I started walking, eyes would follow me and arms and hands would reach out for me, more than ready and willing to be my companion for the night, both on and off the dance floor. Yeah, it would piss Vicki off, but everything pissed Vicki off. I was more than aware of how to make her happy again.
It was Vicki that answered my dilemma for me. Before I could walk out on the dance floor, she snaked quietly behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, letting her hands fall purposely to the front of my pants. In the dim lighting of the club, cupping and groping was something that happened regularly.
She lifted her face to right below my ear. "I'm leaving for the night. Are you coming home with me?"
And since distraction was the name of the game tonight, the answer should've been a quick and simple yes. I should've taken her home and fucked her brains out, and put brown hair and brown eyes out of my head for the next six years.
Instead, I lowered my head and spoke in her ear. "I'm going to stick around 'til closing tonight and finish up some work upstairs." Her arms stiffened around me, the hand she had on my dick freezing in place. The part of me still fighting and resisting took her earlobe into my mouth, sucking on it. Her arms turned to jelly and her hand gripped me harder, more insistently.
"Edward…"
"Why don't you head to your place and take a nice" – I let my tongue flick inside her ear – "long, bath? I'll meet you there after closing."
"Oh Eddie," she moaned desperately, making my eyes roll. I hated when she called me that. "But I need it now."
"Relax," I coaxed, while skimming her neck with my nose, "we've got the rest of the night and all morning."
The good thing about working nights was having the days free to do whatever you needed, or wanted.
She chuckled throatily. "You're right. See you in a couple of hours?"
I nodded against her neck, feeling her shiver.
Emmett found me a short while later, leaning against the back wall, still staring out at the dance floor.
With his hands stuck in his pockets, he leaned in and spoke loud enough for me to hear.
"So why didn't you leave with your Ice Queen?"
I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the crowd and bobbing my head distractedly. Through my periphery I could see the way my brother studied me.
He leaned in again with determination.
"You say she just took you by surprise. Well this time you'll know exactly what to expect; what she looks like now, where she'll probably be. This time you'll have the element of surprise, and you can get one last look and get her out of your system. Then you can go back to enjoying your life, fucking whoever you want, and quit it with this brooding shit."
He pulled away and stared at me.
OOOOOOOOOO
I walked back into Nitelock easily; no one outside to make sure I was dressed properly, or had the right look necessary to maintain the correct atmosphere. Not that the Edward Cullen I'd become since college would ever get turned away from anything.
Still, my palms felt sweaty, and my pulse raced in my veins as I made my way through the dim room, music very different from the club I'd just come from blaring through huge speakers on stage; acoustic guitars and drums and percussions. The kind of music I'd once enjoyed, but which I rarely listened to now. I had bass and synthesizers blaring against my ears all night; the last thing I wanted during the day was to listen to something else.
Emmett was right. I just needed one last look to get her out of my system. The last time had been so unexpected, such a surprise, that my brain hadn't known how to react. Everything I'd felt six years ago had just resurfaced with a vengeance. She probably wasn't even as beautiful as I'd imagined her to be last week. Her smile probably wasn't brilliant at all. Her eyes were probably just two dull brown orbs, and her hair was probably just some messy mop piled in a loose, careless ponytail.
I'd imagined it all. I'd seen her through the eyes of Crusty Cullen; sad, pitiful geek who'd crushed on the only girl who'd given him the time of day in high school. But I wasn't Crusty Cullen anymore. I didn't have to limit myself to moderately cute short brunettes. The Edward Cullen of the present could have anyone he wanted.
Now, I was ready. I had the element of surprise I hadn't had the last two times in my life that I'd seen Bella. Now - if she was even here - I'd see her for what she really was. Just a girl. A plain, pale girl who I'd happened to go to high school with, who I'd bumped into last week, and who happened to be engaged to some asshole. My heart beat wildly in my chest. Yeah, seeing her would stop all this. My moods, my craziness, the trembling in my hands. I could finally go back to-
And then…there she was.
Behind the bar, working a blender with Rosalie saying something to her in her ear. Even from here, I could see the small crease that formed between her eyes as she listened intently, and the way her beautiful, silky hair cascaded loosely at her sides before she reached up and stuck it in a quick pony tail. And when she lifted her head, her eyes immediately met mine. Beautiful, rich, bottomless eyes. Full of secrets and promises.
She smiled when she saw me. Not a small, tentative smile. But a huge, heart-wrenching, soulful smile full of joy and relief, as if she'd been feeling the same pain I'd been feeling all week.
That was how I knew.
I was hers.
She may have belonged to someone else, but I was hers six years ago, and I was still hers today. Without even knowing how I got there, I stood across from her, up at the bar. Her chocolate eyes held my gaze. When she sighed, they twinkled like two dark stars, pulling me into their orbit.
"You came," she mouthed over the loud drumming onstage.
I stared at her, unable to look away, unable to deny myself the pleasure of her eyes and her smile any longer, regardless of how long it lasted, or who the pleasure should've belonged to.
I breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet scent coming off her hair and her skin.
"Of course," I mouthed back, reaching out instinctively to smooth a stray lock of hair out of her face. Searing heat burned me like the flames of a wildfire; scorching everywhere my hand came in contact with her. Bella closed her eyes momentarily and leaned into my touch. She opened them back up, smiling tenderly.
I sighed, unable and unwilling to disguise the truth of my words.
"Of course I came."
A/N: No. Edward is not perfect.
Okay, this was still some background info. Next few chapters will concentrate on E & B re-connecting.
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