"Why are you crying?" I stood up on my feet and looked at the pale boy. "How long have you been trapped here?" He ignored my question. "I asked- " "How long?" He cut me off asking me again that question. "te-, ten years." I spoke so low that if there was any other sound he wouldn't have been able to hear me. "Stiles." he said with his voice cracking slightly. "Kylie." <><><><><><><><><><><> this book may contain mature content in future chapters