Chapter 36.
Monday 3.18PM
We're going through the list of questions I've compiled.
Well, more I've been reading the list and he's been shaking his head.
"What's your oldest memory?"
"Bella, we have to be careful, I'm under guidelines."
"Just tell me what you can."
"I remember being injured and unwell for a very long time."
He puts his hand up to his throat.
There is only a small scar there. Nothing like what his parents endured. It's barely noticeable under his collar.
Maybe they stopped him from being brutalised as much as his parents. Maybe he feels obligated to them for saving his life.
"What did they tell you happened? I mean, about why you don't remember anything."
"That it was necessary to keep their organisation protected. That there had been a breach. Breaches are not taken lightly."
"Really? That's your answer? This cloak and dagger shit is doing my head in, Edward Anthony Masen or Cullen or whatever." I get up from the kitchen table.
I clear away the food we have eaten; I dump plates in the sink and have a mini-meltdown.
He is behind me, rubbing my arms up and down like he used to. It's infuriatingly comforting.
I pull away.
"Okay, final question and this one you give me a decent answer, because I am getting the shits with you and I don't want to." I'm all semi-cranky and am trying to turn the situation around. Maybe I can use my feminine wiles.
"Do you still remember how to kiss me?"
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