Edward's need to respond was broken off by gasp from Alice, the images, broken fast flickers of scenes, flooding into his head, even as he was looking to her suddenly.

Carlisle being taken down at the east gate. Being held by people, drug forward before a dais. A decree just out of being heard. Faces of those who hated him. The slam of a door. Echoing. The faintest flicker of red cloaks, fading and and out.

He didn't wince. "He's trying to run right now."