But, this is how I got my idea. You see, Edward didn't breath in her scent. He would gasp in air before he spoke to her. Not too long afterwards, he could steadily inhale her scent.
This concept turned round and round in my head. I pondered for a minute, but gave up on the ridivulous tale.
Can you get to the point, Donovan?I asked, irritated.
The point is, he practiced breathing in her scent. Slowly, of course. But, all he needed to do was get used to her smell. Edward even tested himself to make sure it was safe. I was thinking, maybe, you should try it.
The pieces clicked in my head. A rumble grew in me throat.
You suggest to me... that I should risk murdering her?!
Pure fury was raging inside of me. How could he ask me to be a well behaved beast in front of the girl I wanted to kill? I wanted to rip his head off. I hoped he heard that nice and clear.
Donovan began to write again.
