Edward repeated Hannah's thanks and led her down the hall to the third door, and a thought came to his mind suddenly: "Hannah," he began. "Where are Bee and Michael right now?"
"Then you don't have anything to worry about," Edward insisted. "That is... if you're tired and want to find somewhere to rest."
"You don't have to worry about nightmares if I'm here," Edward soothed, taking both her hands now. "Trust me."
"Sleep would be something you mortals need," Edward replied. "Everyone else here needs to rest as well, though not as much, it seems."
"Leave it!" Edward insisted. "I'd listen to Carl if I were you, Van Helsing." He stepped forward and pulled Hannah back toward him, running his palms over her cold fingers.
Edward rose but stayed with the back of his knees touching the couch, ready to step forward if he needed to.
Edward chuckled at Hannah's thought and then shut his mouth. "What is a map that turns into a mirror supposed to help us with? Carl, can you really find something about that in a book?"
Edward smiled and led Hannah over to the nearest couch, sitting down and looking at Van Helsing after he glanced at the sitting room's wall. "Sorry," he began. "But wasn't that wall a map before I left?"
"Neither will Jinx, by the sound of this," Edward murmured to Hannah as they walked inside.
"Shh," Edward whispered, gripping Hannah's hand tighter.
Edward tried not to sigh at Van Helsing's answer, but nodded at it instead. He's not the best liar, he thought to himself.
Edward tightened his grip around Hannah, looking from Van Helsing to Anna, not sure who would move to start back toward the castle.
Is she okay? Edward asked sideways at Michael, gently pushing a strand of Hannah's hair out of his face as the wind picked up.
Edward smiled, but his eyes were on Beatrice and Michael as well. "Yes," he agreed to Van Helsing. "It's not safe out here at night, as I'm sure Miss Valerias would say."
"Hush," Edward muttered, choking back a laugh. "Try to be polite."
Edward nodded after kissing Hannah again, giving her a small smile. "She's okay," he whispered to her, jerking his head toward Anna. "Van Helsing's got her trusting us to a certain extent... I think..."
Edward sighed happily, tightening his arms around Hannah, bending to kiss her cheeks and her lips, as if the taste of her skin would help him stay calm; it did the exact opposite. Safe, he whispered in his head to himself. That's the last time he'll ever touch her.
Edward's head flared with anger, a growl and angry bark errupting from his lips. He swallowed, however, and lowered his head between his front legs, breathing as calmly as he could. He let his mind go blank, dropping Hannah, Lestat, and all else from his mind. He didn't know how long he stayed there, as still as he could. He finally shook his head and realized his fingers were digging into ground now, the late afternoon breeze cold in his bare chest. Sighing, he rose slowly to his feet, glaring at Michael. "Happy?" he snapped back, picking his shirt up off the groud once more.
Can't, Edward insisted. John and Will, even Lestat are out there and I don't trust Van Helsing alone with that Anna woman if she has information.
Can't change, Edward growled at Michael. And I want to get inside, but I doubt that Anna lady will like us anymore if I come in like this. Is Bee okay?
