Chapter Thirty-Two
Edward woke to an empty bed and a silent hotel room.
He sat up slowly and rubbed at his eyes, clearing the sleep from them.
"Bella?" he called out as he looked around, waiting for an answer that never came.
Immediately he began to panic.
It had taken Edward a long time to find sleep the night before; he'd watched Bella rest for a while, sure that once she began to sleep deep enough, she'd have nightmares but when no bad dreams came, he had allowed himself to slip into slumber, only to be plagued by horrors himself.
In one of his dreams, Edward had been holding Bella's lifeless and bleeding body and in another, he'd woken to find her gone, much like he was going through now.
He pinched himself to make sure he was awake.
The pain and reddening of his skin suggested that he was.
He looked around, hoping she'd left him a note and after not finding one, he jumped out of bed, his feet pounding on the floor as he flew from his hotel room and down the corridor.
His fist hammered on her door and he was relieved as she swung it open, her eyes wide as she looked around the door frame, up and down the hallway.
"Thank God you're here," she whispered as her hand reached out to clutch at his shirt, dragging him inside her room.