Edward let go of Hannah, got off the bed, and walked to the window, his back to her. "I figured you'd trust me enough to tell me the truth," he said. "You know, the words may come out as a good lie, but in your mind I can tell it doesn't work. Why lie to me anyway?" he added softly. "What the hell happened to everyone?" Van Helsing asked. "Beatrice should be back here by now, and I just hope Hannah and Edward are only talking."
"Then," Edward replied, turning her head so she had to look at him, "you'll just have to tell me how a bullet on a shelf made a hole in your shirt."
Edward sighed. He put his hands on either side of Hannah's face and pulled her close to him. "I think..." he began in a whisper, "that you're lying to me."
"How would you know that?" Edward asked. God help that man if I ever see him, he thought, not even surprising himself at the ideas coming into his mind.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Edward asked, anger rising in him. "I could have done something! Last night... if I'd gone with you..." he faded off, shaking his head. "If I see that man again, the worst that could happen is what you could do to his sister, trust me."
"Doesn't like vampires," Edward repeated. "Did... did he do that to you? Your hands?"
"The man from the butcher shop?" Edward asked slowly. "He seemed odd, but not... wait..." Edward shifted so he could take hold of her wrists. He turned her palms to look at the fading burn marks. "What aren't you telling me?"
"Hey," Edward soothed, pulling her close to him, shocked she was so upset. "It's okay, right? You saw her but you didn't do anything. That's all that happened... isn't it?"
"A girl?" he repeated, putting an arm around her. "I don't believe you... I mean, that doesn't sound like something you'd do. What happened?"
"What's the matter, dear?" Edward asked, patting a spot on the bed next to him. "Come here."
You can tell me something you don't want everyone else to hear with your mind, Edward thought, exasperated, seeing Hannah's thoughts behind her eyes. I've got to tell her that again so she doesn't have to feel so uncomfortable. "Carl is going to meet us all at the stables if I'm correct," Edward spoke aloud. "We should all go there now."
Edward shook his head slightly, hearing the voices in the conversation through his dream. He sat up, pushing a hand through his messy hair. "What are you all arguing about?" he sighed, yawning and looking around.
Edward rolled over, turning himself away from the sun now coming through the window, yanking the blankets over his shoulders.
"How long till dawn?" Van Helsing asked. "We will probably leave then."
"Going somewhere?" Van Helsing asked, his eyes following her, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb Edward. He could still see the candles lit in the bathroom dimly where Hannah was.
"Okay," Edward mumbled, shutting his eyes and sighing.
"Hearing your voice is good enough for me," Edward replied, yawning again. "And just lying like this... even if you talk about your problems, it's easier to forget them here..."
"I can deal with all the bad things you're going to have to tell me," Edward began, "if I get to talk to you about it like this every night."
"It's not complicated," Edward whispered, still holding her gaze. "But it is a little... embarrassing, and I wouldn't want to bother or worry you at all..."
"Something tells me that I'm not going to like a lot of things you will tell me," Edward began, smiling in the dark because he knew she could see him. "But I can live with that if you promise me something."
