It's not quite ready for beta, but it's getting close! In the meantime, enjoy a little teaser from the next chapter.
Edward was obviously distressed and even angry as I pulled together some of my clothing with Jane’s assistance, and moved myself into the Women’s Room for the duration of my monthly time. He took it out on everyone who came near him, but especially Jane, snapping at her at every turn until she was practically cowering behind me every time he moved.
“Edward,” I said softly, trying to convince him with just a look to be calm, since we really should not have been touching each other. It did not appear to work well.
“Can I not have even a moment with you?” Edward moved closer and looked down on me, his eyes desperate and pleading.
“It is…not proper, Edward,” I whispered back. “You know this…”
He growled a curse under his breath and ran his hand through his hair as he stared at the ceiling. He looked back to me for a moment with his brow furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together. His eyes flashed to Jane, who still stood in the doorway, and they glared with hatred for her very presence – as if my cycles were somehow her doing. Finally he took an extraordinarily deep breath, blew it out forcefully, and stomped out of our rooms.
Jane seemed visibly relieved at his departure. I tried to smile and reassure her.
“It can take some time to get used to him,” I said. She nodded silently with her eyes cast to the ground. What had begun as adoration for her savior had quickly turned to fear. I wished I could tell her he was like a toothless dog, but I could not. I knew my Edward’s teeth were quite sharp.