Henry scrubbed a hand over his face. He felt like a complete idiot. How had he not seen this? He should have known. "This is why you killed Proctor." Suddenly, that whole fiasco made sense. She'd risked herself, not to save Henry. She didn't give a shit about Henry. She'd been saving Edward.
Just when he thought it wasn't possible to hate his alter ego any more, Edward found new ways to increase the hatred. "Are you two an item? Or does this only happen behind closed doors?"