When Edward came back into the room, without Bernardo, I was sitting on the white couch with my feet stretched out underneath the coffee table. I got the phone out. His answer had been simple. The entire set of his face and body had changed.
Can't you take the book and just show her pictures? What if the position of the book is important? But then I'd only seen him in clothes like this once before, and we'd been fighting for our lives, so there really hadn't been time to notice the small stuff. There was a very real possibility that he'd kill me. I had two thoughts: one, who had turned on the light; two, the door was blue.
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