The Most Powerful Thing
"Its not working!" Edward yelled desperately as he glanced round the room for anyone who could help him.
He rested his gaze on the clock that was chiming, signalling midnight was coming fast. Narissa chuckled to herself, everything was going exactly to plan. Even if Nathaniel had a sword draw to her neck, she could easily overcome that.
"You'll never save her now. When the clock strikes twelve…" she looked over at her step son, "…she'll be dead," she whispered.
Edward looked back down at Giselle, thinking as hard as he could.
"Unless…" his eyes widened slightly as an...
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