Macy POV
Edward takes the stairs two at a time, holding me close to his chest. Anger is radiating off his body, but I take comfort in it. It is not anger directed at me. For the first time in Edward's life, he wants to protect me, or at least I think he does.
He storms past my bedroom, and I glance over his shoulder. "My room…"
"We aren't going to your room," he growls.
Peering over his shoulder, I look for Winston, but he isn't following us. "Where is Winston?"
"He is taking care of things downstairs while I take care of you," he grumbles.
"That's… different," I reply.
He kicks open a door and steps inside. "What do you mean?"
'You should have kept your mouth shut,' Nyx groans.
"Shut up," I hiss at her.
Edward lays me gently on a bed and hovers ove
