"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner...
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Scott walked into her bedroom and saw his girlfriend asleep on her bed. It seemed the last few hours she spent with Omar working on the protection spell exhausted her. He took a seat in the chair and couldn't help but stare at her, taking in her softened expression as she slept.
He had spoken to his brother who had told him that there was indeed a downfall to the spell they were using on him. Imogen had caught the small writing in the grimoire that said that there was a time limit of one hour. If he stayed longer than an hour he would stay dead.
"You're back."
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He smiled softly at his girlfriend who stared back at him with a tired smile on her lips. "Omar told me you guys finished the spell. When the time comes can you go with Stiles to talk to my mom."
She frowned, "So you really aren't going to tell her the plan?"
He sighed, moving from the chair over to her bed and deciding to lay next to her. The plan was for her to call the ambulance anyways so he needed to be here in her room with her when it happened. "We need a genuine reaction. It has to look like I really died and my mom's reaction is what will make it look real."
"I'll talk to your mom." She assured, nestling into his arm, enjoying his warmth and the smell of his cologne. "I love you, Scott."
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