Cheyanne Thomas

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“If I asked you to do something, would you trust me?” Edward asked, an edge to his soft voice. We were almost to school. Edward had been relaxed and joking just a moment ago, and now suddenly his hands were clenched tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles straining in an effort not to snap it into pieces. I stared at his anxious expression—his eyes were far away, like he was listening to distant voices. My pulse sped in response to his stress, but I answered carefully. “That depends.” We pulled into the school lot. “I was afraid you would say that.” “What do you want me to do, Edward?” “I ...more
Eclipse (Twilight, #3)
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