Shoot, I muttered when the paper sliced my finger
I pulled it out to examine the damage.
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the br.
I felt the searing, stinging pain that ran from my wrist to the crease inside my elbow.
A single drop of blood oozed from the tiny cut.
It all happened very quickly then.
Edward threw himself at me, flinging me back across the table...
I tumbled down to the floor by the piano, with my arms thrown out instinctively to catch my fall, into the jagged shards of glass.
Shoot, I muttered when the paper sliced my finger
I pulled it out to examine the damage