"Don't worry," Khaat said. "You don't have to trust him. I don't expect you to. I do expect you to trust me."
"You're home early," her father said, walking in with a glass of scotch.
"So are you," she said.
"I finished early today, and I have an early day tomorrow," he said. "And you're dodging my question. As for your question, Jess, I don't know. I have no idea if the beast wants blood or if he wants to test the stone."
"Don't be idiots," Edward said, following Robert in with a glass of his own, not sure who had asked the question. "If he has bloodlust, he wants to kill. He's an animal. You're giving him too much credit. He doesn't have the humanity to reason that out. He only wants blood."
"I am not afraid, Edward," Khaat said coldly.
"So long as it doesn't make you so insensitive that it dulls your awareness. Not living in fear can be a good thing," he said.
Robert cleared his throat loudly. "Again you dodge me. What didn't you say?" he demanded.
"Nothing unusual," she shrugged. "Female werewolf went berzerk in the ob-gyn unit. It happens."
"Not typically," he said. "Not in broad daylight, and not in my hospital, and not with there's no moon at all. This isn't time for a full moon. That's not so typical."
"Indeed not," Edward agreed. "Was anyone bitten?"
"No," she said, kicking off her shoes. "All is well."