Of course, nothing would make Edward forget the bad guys, certainly not a little thing like an explosion and the ceiling about to come down on us. Except for the antler chandelier nothing else in the room seemed made of animals. Yes, we are. Becca was screaming high and piteous.
What? He turned and was half-laughing. Yes, we are. I'm supposed to escort you around the scene, Miss Blake. I could crush your hand.
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