I looked at him, then looked at Edward. It implied she'd done something wrong, and she hadn't. Of course, Simon hadn't sounded too tough until it was explained. He held a finger up near the taller man's face.
I'd have clasped hands around his neck to be more secure, but I couldn't reach around his deltoids without straining. Get some paintings. I jumped every time one of them blinked, but the eyelids moving against my skin in a line of butterfly kisses wasn't as scary. The other hand held a knife, bloody to the hilt.
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