"Which wasn't breaking out of jail cells," Edward continued. Her restlessness mingling into his, settled in his seat since it wouldn't move much and it was amusing to watch her squirm. "Unless you were covertly leaving that out."

He'd know. He eated her brains listened while she spoke, to all the things she connected to her words. The soldier in her was still there, but it wasn't the centrifugal point.

The line continued to bring them down further into the biosphere.