Hate was an understatement, the only thing that had been keeping him sane were Alice and Jasper, and now Bella again. With her here once more it seemed a little bit more bearable, but then she would make a desert bearable.
"I have a penthouse," he answered her. It was high and while it provided little release from the millions of thoughts it had impossible to see into windows that allowed them privacy.
"I have to warn you though, we have all come from different times I suppose is the only way to explain it," he paused, unsure how to best word it. "Like you, we were married just a few days ago to you, for me it has been... longer. To Alice, it hasn't happened, she may desire a rerun," he said with a small chuckle waiting for Bella's reaction.