Dancing with our hands tied | Rosalie Hale

Chapter 16: Truth and Widow's Peak.

She froze at my question. Her whole body went back to the painfully straight position it had been before. It was becoming obvious this was something Rosalie did when she felt stressed or conflicted.

"What did you said?" her voice was low and I would've been terrified if I wasn't so sure that she won't hurt me.

"Do you turn into a bat?" I repeated, my tone had flatter a little but I still managed to keep calm.

Her look hardened and she clenched her jaw.

It took a few second before an enchanting smile rose to her lips and she moved her hair in a luring manner.

"I don't know what you are talking about" she denied but I could see the nervousness into her eyes.

I gulped. I wanted to confront her, I trusted her not to hurt me. After all she has been my guardian Angel multiple times. But how much was too much for a Vampire?

"Do you or any of your siblings have asthma?" I asked, trying a new approach.

She frowned, I had taken her off guard.

"No" she huffed, again acting as if the mere idea of them being asthmatic was absurd.

"Why did you have an inhaler in your car?" I took the inhaler form the front pocket of the hoodie. She glared at it with so much hatred.

"It's yours" she lied.

"I didn't have mine on me, I ran out last night and Charlie went to get the refill today" I backfired.

"This one is full" I shook the inhaler in my hand to make a point.

She remained silent. Watching my every move.

"Where did you get the prescription from? How you knew which to get? I use Fluticasone with Vilanterol, and what a coincidence so is this one" I asked ironically at the last part.

Her face the epitome of blankness.

"I bought it for you, and I forged the prescription to make it look like my father wrote it" her expression was blank, I looked at her scandalized.

"You could get in so much trouble, are you out of your mind?" I scolded her, I knew she had somehow gotten the inhaler but forging her father's signature, a doctor's signature. That was a crime.

She rolled her eyes and sat in the other side of the bed across from me.

"You don't have to worry about me" she smiled again, then tilted her head...

"Stop!" I scolded myself and looked at the roof, if I let her dazzle me I wouldn't get the answer I needed.

"You don't have a widow's peak" I pointed out and then again silence. I finally gather the courage to look at her.

Rosalie's face was a poem. She was touching her hairline, and was giving me a worried look. Probably she was worried that I was finally having a meltdown.

"What?"

"You don't have a widow's peak" I repeated more confident this time. She was still clueless about what I was talking about, somehow I felt like I had the upper hand.

"Jasper does" I added after a few second of silence. Realization hit her face.

I must admit that I was a little thrilled about the fact that she had caught up at what I meant that quickly. She was smart, it had taken me at least an hour to put all the pieces together and she had done it in seconds.

Rosalie was tense, making her jawline show.

"If he really is your twin then you both should have a widow's peak, but since you don't, I can only guess you two are not related at all" my heart was beating hard in my chest.