[Edward's P.O.V.]
The next day.
I woke up next to Rose, my mate. She was still sound asleep as her long and curly eyelashes quivered with each small breath she took.
I got up carefully so as not to wake her. Then I went to my study, pulled out the drawer, and took out the box.
I wasn't supposed to take it out next to my mate, but Rose's words last night surprised me. I thought she didn't care about my past, but I could tell when she mentioned Emily that there was a hint of jealousy, especially when she asked me if she was just a slave I'd saved, not a lover.
I'd never really favored any of the one-night stands I had. And if anyone could stop my feelings for Rose, it was the owner of the box.
Although I was a firm believer in the whole concept of a mate, and I should love Rose deeply, I was overwhelmed by the growing sense of attachment to the owner of the hairpin. Yet I didn't know what the problem was.
