Edward had loaned me a paddle holster for the Browning, and I had ended up with it in front, so that I looked like one of those wild west gunslingers with two guns crossed over my hips. He was still using Ted's happy voice, but there was a set to his shoulders that was stiff and not so happy. They hadn't put their guns up, hut they had them pointed at the floor or the ceiling. I would have to talk to someone about her.
I could have tried to be cool about it, but I didn't sweat being cool with Edward. Edward led the way around the corner still carrying Becca. He's still trapped wherever he started. I moved the fingers of my left hand to see if I could.
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