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Stiles Osborne
I walked into the station, a glare on my face as I passed the officers staring at me.
“So let’s be straight one last time,” the FBI agent leading me said, halting in his tracks.
He turned around to face me with a scowl on his face.
“You have only fifteen minutes to speak with her. The agreed time is fifteen minutes. Not a second more or less. I’ll let myself believe you’re a man who knows how to keep to time,” he said before turning back, headed for Emily’s cell.
“Stiles,” Emily gasped out, getting up.
He opened the cell for me and immediately I stepped in, I welcomed Emily into my arms as the agent locked the cell.
“Remember, fifteen,” he warned before leaving.
I could feel Emily’s wet cheeks as she pressed her face into my shirt, sniffing me in while in turn
