And there it was. Jake was a werewolf and the disapproval was already showing on his face. But he didn’t say anything about it. He would complain later, tell her that werewolves weren’t safe, that they could lose control and attack and… all that other stuff that would reveal the dislike that he possessed for large, supernatural dogs.
Indeed, they were standing in the middle of a crowded street, speaking of things that did not need to be overheard by those who surrounded them. It was rather stupid, and Edward suddenly became aware of that and nodded his head in agreement. They needed to go somewhere else, somewhere less populated and preferably, not too sunny.
He was about to lead her away, but then he looked at her face once again and saw the shock surface, like water rising rapidly in a river that was already overwhelmed. Maybe he should have waited to reveal that, perhaps he should have done it later, as in, not right now. Even so, he was quick to react to her and reached out in record time, so that he could take her into his arms, lift her back up and move them both back against a wall.
Holding her, concerned and wishing that they were somewhere else, with less people, Edward lowered his head closer to her own, stared and waved off a gawking pedestrian with a free hand, which then immediately went back up to support her, as if he really needed to do so.
“Bella, you should really open your eyes.” Maybe that would do it. He hoped so.