Edvard looked back at Quinn and stared directly into his eyes. He was pulled in by time, and didn't even look at the scenery around him nor had he quite taken in what happened.
Because, the look in his eyes was gentle and had a hint of sadness, as if it was meeting a long time friend. The thing was with being a vampire that lived 1000's and 1000's of years, one got to read emotions on a face a lot better.
If they really wanted to, they could put the time into becoming an expert in nearly every field, as long as they kept up with the new developments, but reading faces was something a person did naturally. The heightened senses, going through the same situation again and again. It made them an expert at reading people, and only those that had experienced as much as them were good at hiding it.
