Carlisle carefully removed the tiny shards from your wound in his office. After the unfortunate incident with Jasper, he began to stitch the wound gently.

“It’s not your fault…” he said softly and tenderly, looking at you with his golden eyes. “Jasper hasn’t been without human blood for as long as us,” he added, finishing the stitches, though he couldn’t help but feel responsible for what had happened.

Noticing the way you looked at him, almost in admiration, he smiled slightly and lifted his hand to gently pinch your chin. “Forgive Jasper and me for this…” he added, then stepped aside to burn the bloodied bandages in a white bowl.