EDWARD'S POV
"Put me down," Chloe said, struggling to free herself from my hold. She had been repeating those exact words from the front door of her father's house all the way to the car, where I shoved her into her seat, hurriedly moved to the driver's side, and locked the doors. Now, the words never left her mouth as I carried her through the house and into the bedroom.
I set her on her feet and locked the door behind us. The instant I turned back to face her, her palm cracked across my face. She smacked me so hard that if I were human, my cheek would have turned bright red and begun to swell. Instead, my skin remained cold and unyielding. I knew her hand had to be throbbing from the impact. The urge to grab her palm and soothe the stinging sensation rippling through her skin pulled
