𝕀'𝕞 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨.

Edward made a small rueful sound, that didn't lack the edge of very dry ironic laughter being smothered. "I shouldn't."

Possibly both shouldn't answer and shouldn't be doing what he was doing.

His fingers spread along the keys, a trill of notes that wasn't yet any specific near song, just the cords of piano playing clearly.

Much quieter. "I can't hurt her, Carlisle."

He couldn't take her life from her.