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Chapter 32
Carlisle frowned contemplatively as Hadrian stalked out of the hospital. Edward stood beside him, glaring after the Mechanic's form, even after she sped away in her car.
Carlisle sighed.
"Edward."
Carlisle turned, smiling calmly at the slightly frazzled receptionist, and headed towards his office. Edward followed behind him slowly.
As soon as they entered the office, Edward spoke. "I came to tell you that Rosalie went to confront the Mechanic about Emmett's burn."
Ah.
Edward had been against further contact with the Mechanic by any of them until they had more information on her. He had tentatively agreed.
Perhaps it was so designed for him to treat her and for Edward to encounter her the very next day. If so then it seemed as if Rosalie was only a step behind Fate. And he was not one to go against Fate.
"This isn't time for philosophy Carlisle."
Said man shifted his gaze away from his son's displeased frown, feeling marginally amused despite the situation.
"You know nothing happens without a reason Edward."
Carlisle almost expected Edward to roll his eyes at him. Instead his son gave him a deadpanned stare. Unbidden, a small smile formed on Carlisle's face. He was rather enjoying the range of emotions that Edward had been displaying recently. It was...nice to see him...not be withdrawn. Albeit the range of emotion was limited to slight trepidation, deep contemplation and passive-aggressive annoyance.
"Carlisle," Edward spoke once more. "I could read her mind."
Carlisle raised a brow as he waited for Edward to continue.
Edward's brows furrowed. "But it was as if she let me read her mind. She showed me what she wanted me to see."
In other words she had been aware of Edward's presence in her mind and had most likely countered by bombarding him with nonessential memories. Humans weren't often knowledgeable of the mind arts. There were some - a few - but not many.
Carlisle inclined his head in thought. The thing was, those humans who were able to detect and direct thoughts, could most likely eject alien presences as well.
"Can Hadrian do that?"
"Why didn't she then?"
"Probably so as to not arouse too much suspicion," Carlisle answered without missing a beat.
"I'm already very suspicious."
Carlisle gave him a nod of acknowledgement. He was too.
But he knew better than react to the slightest suspicion – Carlisle gave Edward a pointed look – or word.
Edward seemed a bit affronted. "She said 'You're dead'. Any of the others would have thought the same thing."
"She called you 'Cedric'. She mistook you for someone else."
Edward's expression blanked before he sighed.
But Carlisle was more fascinated than he was suspicious. As far as he knew Edward had no descendant – as far as he knew. If it was that Edward had had a descendant, then what connection did Hadrian have with 'Cedric'?
And more importantly –
Carlisle glanced at Edward thoughtfully.
– What did that mean for Edward?
Word Count: 491
A/N: I am legit thinking of Carlisle playing matchmaker, in his own way of course. I think Edward has left quite the impression on Harry and vice versa.
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