Edward’s arm stayed securely around me. I leaned into him, burying my face in his chest.
His body was tight, coiled as if ready for a fight. Something had made him upset, and I didn’t know what. Was I not supposed to talk to Jake?
“What’s it to you, Masen?”
“You are here. Where I live. That makes it my business, Black. Now answer the question.”
There was silence for a long moment before Jake answered, “I came to see Isabella. I didn’t realize I needed your permission,” he sneered.
Edward didn’t answer right away, and when he did speak it was to me. His hand came under my chin, making me look at him. “Do you wish to continue speaking to Jacob, Isabella?”
I bit my lower lip. He was waiting. “Yes, please,” I whisper, not knowing if that was the right answer but wanting to be honest.
He nodded once and placed a kiss on my forehead before turning back to Jake. “You may come upstairs and talk to her if you wish.”
Edward didn’t wait for Jake to respond. He just turned us both and we headed for the elevator. The doors opened, and we stepped inside followed by a not too happy looking Jake.