Chapter 92
- I'll be fine, Edward. Just got a little lightheaded. Alcohol doesn't go well with the uncoordinated," I say, trying to reassure him.
- He holds my gaze for a moment and I can see that he's really struggling with not being able to touch and support me. Jake moves in my direction, lightly pressing a hand against Edward's shoulder as he passes him.
- "We got her, Edward."