A small part of me wonders if what he's telling me is true. And if it is, if he's merely using the story to get what he wants.
Even thinking that makes my stomach turn, and I frown, glancing away to look at Odin as I scratch behind his ear so Edward won't be able to see.
He's not like that. I can't believe that of him...
And yet, I wonder – trying to figure out if there is an angle, some measure of deceit in any of our previous encounters.
I can find none, and that almost sickens me further.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
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