❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter seventeen ☪︎
❛interrogated.❜
When Issac tore through the garage, Val quickly waved her hands over Cora and gave her a simple protection spell. It wouldn't last for long, it was spur-of-the-moment, but she still wanted to help. Kind of. It was a twisted way of thinking to be upset at Cora rather than Stiles, or for that matter to be mad at any of them, but she still was. She couldn't help it.
The squeak of rubber speeding onto the concrete roared over Isaacs's shouts to "come!" Val supported Cora's limp body with Peter holding up her other side and both made their way to the car. They carefully lowered her into the trunk and slammed it shut. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Stiles paused at the ambulance door inspecting the sheet on the wall.
"Stiles! Let's go!" Issac screamed from the driver's seat.
He wouldn't move. "Stiles-'' She started towards him but the firm grip of Peter on her arm restrained her. The girl tried to pry it out but its grasp was unrelenting.
"Don't," he warned, his gunmetal eyes bordering on steel.
Val kept wriggling her wrist which only made her skin burn from the rubbing. When she turned back around, Stiles was gone.
"What the hell?" She yelled at Peter who only ushered her into the car, following close behind. The door shut with a slam. Her heart rate speeded at the tenacity of the situation and the obvious stress the boys radiated. And that Stiles had run into the battlefield on his own piled extra anxiety on top. "He's alone. He could die," she said through gritted teeth.
Peter's expression didn't change. He ignored her. "Come on! We gotta go!" He shouted at Issac who grabbed the wheel. He looked down at his lap. "Drive, you idiot."
"I can't. Not without Scott," he said stubbornly.
"They're both in there!" Val shouted, grabbing for the door handle. It pulled and clicked unsuccessfully, the door staying exactly put. "Did you child lock me?" Fury mixed with annoyance forced her lips apart.
"It's for your own good princess," Peter sighed. "Lahey, any day now."
Vale rolled her eyes so far back that it hurt. "But-" Val felt paralyzed by her anger when he interrupted again.
"Come on!" Peter growled. "You want the Argents dead, too? Make a choice!" The leather shrunk under Issac's firm grip. "Oh, for the love of God! Go, now!"
"All right!" He exasperated and the car speeded out.
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"So I'm in a getaway car with a resurrected grandpa, a dying girl who was already supposed to be dead, and, well, Issac, you're cool actually." She was undoubtably annoyed, looking longingly out the window as the hospital moved in a blur.
