CLARA'S POV
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Edward was yelling, the expression on his face the very definition of fury.
I crouched deeper into the blanket I was wrapped in, still shivering as I slowly sipped on the hot tea I'd been served. I couldn't look him in the eyes, because I was scared to see the anger I knew was shining in them.
My entire body ached from walking around that thick forest searching for a way out. Edward hadn't said anything to me when he rescued me, but the moment I was treated and my health proved to be in good condition by the doctor, he descended on me.
I had nothing to say, no words to defend myself with, because I knew he was right to be angry.
In the corner of the room, Lydia was sobbing violently, her arms wrapped around herself as she begged Edward.
