I didn't like Edward's phrasing on that. There was no pupil, no white, nothing. Part shock, adrenaline, and part firing a submachine gun without ear protection in a closed room. I didn't know much about horses, but surely rushing back and forth around their pen wasn't normal behavior.
Itzpapalotl, the goddess of the obsidian blade, was frightened. What? I asked. Edward made him uncomfortable on more than one level. A small smile that time.
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