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"Tellat the quiver inentle tone "I’m not here to hurt you"

I flatten my back to the wall and keep my eyes trained on him like a hawk "How about you tell me who you are and let me decide that for myself Are you… Do you work for my father? Or are you one of his eneain and curses about a thousand tient Stale I work for the FBI"

My lips part in shock Not at all what I was expecting "I don’t… no you can’t…" I shake "

He sticks his hand into the pocket of his pants and retrieves a leather wallet Then he stands from the chair, opens the wallet, and shows e

I stare at it disbelief "Aain?"

His face contorts in confusion "Do you do that a lot?"

"I…" I’, I never expected to wake up with an FBI agent And where the hell is Ryler?

I scan the roo belonging to my old life, but it’s like it’s--I’ve--been erased I veer toward a panic attack, h the roof

"Eent says, concerned "In fact, I’asp for air, inching back, but I’o "No one can help me anymore"

"That’s not true I promise I can help you"

I narrow ht? Isn’t that the way things go?"

He tenselyto lie to you" His arhtens his stance "I do want so froive h escapes my lips "I don’t even know you, and yet you just what? Expect me to trust you"

"Yes"

"Well, I don’t"

A contemplative look crosses his face "Aren’t you curious about what I want?"

"No" I inch toward the , putting distance between us