Chapter 206

It isn't a question, but a statement. Edward holds my gaze. His expression is hard; revealing nothing, but I already know that I've guessed correctly. I can feel it. He doesn't regret his actions, however he remembers how I reacted when my father was injured in his fight with Carlisle. My throat goes tight with worry, but I try to stay calm. A flash of regret and shame crosses Edward's face and a warm, comforting hand suddenly cups my cheek and holds me steady as he leans forward. "He's okay," he assures me and I breathe out a sigh of relief, but Edward quickly continues.