It brought her back, even as he pushed it away. The ache and longing that he couldn't quite define. For her blood; yet it was her chocolate brown eyes and her brightly flushed face, quick with kitten-like rage, that seeped back in, striking a chord of guilt that was not the same as the shame the other evoked.

"I would, in case I don't have the chance."

Edward walked past her down the aisle, aiming for a dissembling that didn't involve a frown.