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Zero Hour: "the time set for the beginning of any event or action"


Chapter Twenty Seven – Zero Hour

My heart was pounding its last few beats. The pulse felt extremely high, despite my overall calm. Edward seemed to be more nervous than I was, but his job was a lot more difficult. If things went wrong, I would die quickly. But Edward would have that guilt for eternity.

Needless to say, Edward was trembling like a flower in a rainstorm.

"Please tell me what you're thinking about right now."

His voice was overflowing with desperation—the distraction was needed right now.

"I was thinking how I forgot to say thank you." He raised an eyebrow at my gratitude. "You were undeniably giving these past few weeks. Concerts, dinners, gifts..." I made a small face at that word. "I cherished every second I got to spend with you."

A smile fluttered onto his lips—mission accomplished.

He rested his forehead on mine, his topaz eyes stitched shut. Each breath he took in seemed to be more painful than the previous. I didn't need to read minds to know what he was thinking. He was treasuring these last few beats. I did nothing to rob him of that.

After a few minutes in excruciating silence, his eyes opened, and he gazed with panic into my eyes. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with beautiful and relaxing oxygen. "Are you ready?"

Said trembling intensified, and his eyes somehow managed to burn and freeze over at the exact same time. The nod was so small, I barely caught it. His mouth moving towards my neck, I couldn't miss.

His voice was softer than a whisper. "Close your eyes." His eyes were apologetic and remorseful, but they were pleading me to obey. I didn't wish to fight. "I love you, no matter what." He said as I slowly crept into the darkness.

I felt his strong teeth pierce my skin. My eyes shot open, without even thinking.

I remembered that moment in the dance studio, when Edward had saved me. That same burnings sensation began as a pin-sized drop, but began spreading like a wildfire. Every ounce of control I had over my body was surrendered to the ever-increasing pain.

"Edward..." I moaned, the venom slowly radiating throughout my body. I looked intensely in his eyes, desperately seeking his relief. He ran his cold hand along my forehead, stroking my hair. "Please...don't..." The words sort of evaporated before I could speak them.

"Don't worry, love. I'm not going anywhere."

I felt his cold lips kiss my forehead one last time before the pain gripped me.


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