HANNAH
I searched Edward's face, almost sure I hadn't heard him correctly. Hoping like hell I hadn't heard him correctly.
But the truth was there, on his slightly flushed face, in his eyes now blazing with anger at his mother, a truth as plain as the back of my hand.
In that instant, it all began to make sense: the instant connection between us, his attempt to kiss me at the library after meeting me for the very first time, his habit of always hanging around me, how nervous and embarrassed he had been when I had asked if he had imprinted on anyone yet.
Edward had lied about not having imprinted on anyone to protect my feelings, so I didn't feel even more awkward around him. He must have planned never to bring it up, but now the truth had been forced out of him.
My mates were now stand
