With a shudder, Owen withdrew his hands from hers and hid them behind his back. He nodded at Mortimer, he knew he was right but he suddenly felt an urge to tell Juliet everything. He felt a tinge of guilt having to lie to her about who he is; after all, being a vampire was a apparent of his identity. If he couldn't share that more critical piece of information with her, then would she truly ever love him? "Poor blood circulation, my dear, it's a family failing." He said, smiling gently, this would at least excuse the rest of them also. "You know as they say, 'cold hands, warm heart'," he added to his lie, even though his heart was colder than his skin.<br/><br/>Edmund's eyes bulged wide open. "What!? We're not --- that's ridiculous," he laughed nervously. He wondered if he could convince her otherwise; would she tell the other girls or even outsiders? The image of pitchforks and torches swirled in his head. If the angry mob didn't kill him, then his family certainly would for exposing them. 'Perhaps I should kill her now, before she has the chance to tell anyone,' he thought, glancing at her neck. He decided to wait, hoping that he could dissuade her from the truth.