[Lydia can barely make out the bite marks on his neck, but she can feel them as she very gently runs her fingers over them.]
Stiles-- what did he do to you? [She thought about them, about how they were doing over there every day for the past month. But she always tried to fool herself into thinking that at least they were together. That they were okay.
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Stiles-- what did he do to you? [She thought about them, about how they were doing over there every day for the past month. But she always tried to fool herself into thinking that at least they were together. That they were okay.
That obviously wasn't the case.]
What did she do?