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𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑.
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DITCHING LYDIA ON JACKSON'S SKILLED HANDS, we all embarked on Stiles's Jeep, who drove based on Peter's directions.
His brown eyes kept wandering over to me, through the rearview mirror, but I skillfully avoided him. I could not believe that him, of all people, would hide such information from me. Especially knowing how much Derek's disappearance had affected me. And I can understand that it was a hunch, but Stiles and hunches together, create an assurance harmony.
Besides that, even with just a hunch, we had twice the chance of locating Scott's phone twenty four hours ago than right now.
"Don't feel bad." Peter spoke, clearly smelling Stiles's foul smell of anxiety, "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."
"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." Stiles looked through the mirror again, just as I averted my eyes.
"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman, twice a month." This time Peter turned around to look at me with a smile, disgusting me out all the more.
The buzz-cut observed the scene with an open mouth, as he kept driving. Thankfully, about ten minutes later, we reached a parking lot. Stiles found a vacancy and turned the engine off, as Peter got off the vehicle.
"Hey, Alexia, umm, I─" He began before I also got off the Jeep, bumping the door shut behind me and cutting him off.
Peter pulled Stiles's slumping figure by the collar of his shirt towards a dark grey Ford Mustang, getting his keys out to open the trunk.
