“I know it doesn’t make sense.” Edward reaches across to grab my hand and turns to me as the valet hired for the night approaches. “But trust me when I say Cross is not our friend. Just stay off his radar. Can you do that for me, Sol?” He strokes the back of my hand, and my heart softens a little at the first sign of tenderness he’s shown me in days.
It got me a little too tbh. But then I instantly remembered. That he is the devil.
