Stop, or die, I said. I fell asleep in the seat beside him, or he'd have had a fight about taking me to the hospital. We do not need help from a woman, any woman. My voice died on the machine and Edward's voice came on.
My eyes widened. Trust you to come up with the perfect analogy, he said, but he was smiling. It's not demonic, I'd almost bet the farm on it, but again I'm not a demonologist. I could still feel the power as though I were stand ing in the middle of a cloud of butterflies, and they were beating at my skin with soft wings, beating at me, trying to come inside.
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