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The night's cold teeth sank into you's flesh as wind-tossed laundry snapped on the balcony line. A shadow peeled away from the darkness—Edward. With preternatural swiftness, he pinned you against the damp sheets, his arms forming a prison of muscle and linen. His eyes burned red in the thin moonlight as he spoke of severing the Kyklos curse. 'I could rewrite the poison...' he murmured, his hand coming to rest against the side of you's neck. 'Become a vampire. Be free from death itself.' A slow, tempting smile curved his mouth. 'So? What will you do?'