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Carlisle’s thought her speech was quite beautiful. She spoke with conviction and softness. Dealing in death and spirits seemed to come easily enough, if she was to be believed.
Henry left the room with out so much as a nod in Sasha’s direction.
Carlisle stepped off to the side, leaving the door ajar. He wanted Sasha to know she was free to leave.
“Hello, I overheard the disagreement and wanted to make sure everything was ok. My name is Dr. Cullen.”
“Sasha Duncan”, she seemed like the kind of girl that would say “Pleased to meet you” in a normal situation.
He was thinking of how to work in a recommendation for another Doctor, while still seeming professional, when he watched Sasha’s eye slide to his left and focus there.
“Hi.” She was clearly not addressing him anymore.
“Father? I can’t see how that is possible.” She was arguing to a space next to him as if it was a person.
Carlisle was starting to wonder if Henry wasn’t better at his job then originally thought. The girl seemed to be cracking up.
“I will give him the message.” Sasha whispered this last part like a prayer or a secret.
Carlisle assessed her as he would any patient. Her murky green eyes were equal and properly dilated. He could hear her heartbeat, and that was a nice rhythmic, healthy sound. He sniffed the air, his acute vampire sense of smell can actually detect certain maladies, such as high cholesterol or cancer. She smelled fine. Her hair was long, dark blonde and very shiny. Looking at hair in a patient assessment was a holdover from the time when he actually was a human. You could tell a surprising amount from hair condition. Judging from her body, the yoga breath came from regular practice that made her long and lean.
She put those murky green eyes on his. The reluctance in her body language was unmistakable.
“Dr. Cullen, I have a message for you from an very antique spirit claiming to be your father.” She said simply, and then bit her lower lip.
It takes a lot to shock a 440-year-old vampire, but Sasha had certainly succeeded in shocking him. |