Edward said nothing. He closed his eyes, fists trembling at his sides. He rarely let his emotions get the better of him—especially anger. But the Maxwell sisters just had a way of pushing his buttons.
He was seconds from doing something he would regret. He could feel it—the darkness clawing its way up his spine, urging him to lash out. He had only lost control of his anger once, and kind of hurt a woman—and it was Sarah.
He could remember it... Sarah's face... the memory of her pain the last time he lost control. And that held him back.
Just barely. With a strained breath, he turned his back to Veronica.
"Get out," he said quietly.
She blinked. "What?"
He turned to her again. "You heard me. Get. Out."
Veronica's mouth dropped open. "You're kicking me out? It's late.
