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Hurts So Good (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 8~

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I held onto Scott’s torso as he pushed on his bike gear to speed faster, attempting to catch up to the sheriff’s car. My eyes narrowed behind the helmet as the memories from the night before began to replay in my head.

“He has a sort of hold on you,” Deaton began explaining as he and Scott helped me sit up. “He’s using you as his puppet or even as a shield to his host.” I kept my eyes on Stiles as he laid there almost helplessly.

“Why?” I asked softly before lifting my gaze up to the emissary.

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