“Can you hear their thoughts, too?”
His expression turned to disgust. “My god, yes...but not because I want to,” he sneered. “I mean, just look at them. It’s bad enough they have to be trapped with their mundane thoughts. Should they be inflicted upon me, as well?” He smiled again. “Be thankful you haven’t a gift as polished as mine, yet.”
“You may have lost your mind, Edward, but it’s nice to see that your elitist attitude hasn’t waned.”
“As long as I still have blood coursing through these veins, I can assure you it will be a lovely shade of blue.”
We didn’t speak much as we drove through the town. Edward appeared to be in a meditative state, taking it all in, or perhaps blocking it all out. It was difficult to tell.
I, on the other hand, had to fight my urge to pull over and strike
