Chapter 4

The next morning, Edward woke up right on time, thanks to his internal clock. The hangover headache made him rub his temples instinctively.

Out of habit, he called out toward the door. "Charlotte, get me some honey water. My head's killing me."

But the only thing that answered him was the echo of his own voice in the empty room.

No familiar footsteps, no usual clinking of a glass.

He frowned in annoyance and rolled out of bed.

The moment he stepped out of the bedroom, he froze.

The table in the living room was covered in a thin layer…