You have to ask?

I opened my eyes; the first thing I saw was the pale, almost silvery skin of his throat, the arc of his chin above my face. His jaw was taut. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could see his face.
He was staring at the frothy canopy above us, and he didn't look at me as I studied his grave features. His expression was a shock—it sent a physical jolt through my body.
"Edward," I said, a strange little catch in my throat, "what is it? What's wrong?"
"You have to ask?" His voice was hard, cynical.


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