Amelie
Gideon takes a deep breath, "I want you to interview Von Jericho with me."
"What! You have lost your mind!" I shake his hands off me.
"Am, please!" He grabs my wrist as I try and walk away.
"Why the hell would I want to talk to her at all? Let go." I try shaking his hand from my wrist, but he pulls me into him. It's not possessive or angry. It's pleading. He needs my help. I can feel the pull I try to fight.
"She's in a cell. She knows she's not getting out, but she's also not talking. I want to get something anything, and I know she is our best shot at finding at least one location of the kidn*pped wolves." He wraps his arms around me. I know I'm going to give in but not without making him work for it.
"Again, why do you want me there?" I cross my arms, forcing
