The deep, dangerous growl traps in his chest, sounding even when he won't let his lips part, while Aro plays his part. In no other case would one body matter, either as much or at all. But he see's the final part coming only seconds before it does.

Aro is masterful player; and he acts his part even to himself.



Edward only has enough time to register the flash of blonde hair vanish by them, his siblings own reactions, and then the smaller number of minds that will take part in the chase.


It comes without preamble. He's faster than any of them.

"Stall them. I'll see the way to the gate isn't blocked."

He does wait for either to agree. He runs.

He knows what both decisions mean.