If he had a heart that beat it would have been pounding within his chest, threatening to jump through his throat or burst into a million pieces. Her voice was painful to hear, her scent was killing him and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and take her into his arms. He wanted to pull her back into him, but he knew that he couldn’t. He would not allow himself to weaken under the watchful gaze of her eyes. He was stronger than that, he had to be. Weakness did nothing but break those who allowed it entrance, and therefore Edward wouldn’t stand by and watch it walk past his defense.
“Yes well, did you ever think that perhaps you should pay more attention to your surroundings?” He was serious and his voice betrayed that, even though he tried not to take on the part of some sort of chiding superior. His eyes beheld her, bore into her, but broke away when she pulled her arm out of his grasp. He didn’t want to appear as if her action had stung him, so instead of looking at the ground, which was nearly his reaction, he took a step back and looked over his shoulder before reverting his gaze back at her.
Her question was simple, one that he could answer without thinking twice. “I have business here, but I highly doubt that you do.” Did he sound too cold, too distant? He didn’t know, and couldn’t answer his own question.
“Where’s Charlie? You should be with him, not running around, in a city that could easily do you harm.” He was thinking about the vampires now, those dense, foolish creatures who were in no way like himself. They could hurt her, kill her even.