No one could be still like Edward. He closed his eyes and became as immobile as stone, a carving under my hand.





No one could be still like Edward. He closed his eyes and became as immobile as stone, a carving under my hand.





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” Rensemee pulled on a lock of my hair demanding attention” - Bella Cullen