Placing a hand on his shoulder, I can feel him shake with repressed anger. It both surprises and reassures me.
"Edward..."
Mike leers at us, taking a sip of his beer. "Touchy, touchy... hit a nerve, did-"
He never finishes his sentence because Edward's fist connects with Mike's jaw while I watch in horror. Mike goes down, looking dazedly up at Edward as he towers over him.
"Stay out of my fucking business, Mike, or I swear..."
I wrap my fingers around Edward's arm, pulling him away. He struggles at first, but with one glance at my face, he follows.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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