When I was just a girl, I called myself goddess… and I lived in the sky. Sometimes I wonder why I ever left. I’m a mutant with the power to control the weather. Here’s where I belong… every nerve connected with the wind, the clouds, the vapor.
“What I find interesting, deputy, is that you have all this to say about magic, and yet you still leave your daughter with me every afternoon without fail.” Stiles drummed his fingers on the counter. “My only conclusion is that even if you hate magic, you must trust me on some level.”
Derek cleared his throat and looked away. “Amy likes Jack. And my boss gave you a good recommendation, for some unfathomable reason.”
“Your boss is my father. Of course he’s going to give me a good recommendation.” Stiles pulled out little pouches of powder and poured them into a set of a dozen vials sitting out on the counter. “So come on, Hale. What is it? Is it the magic you hate, or me?”
Both. I hate magic, and I hate what you’re doing to me. Derek realized his fists were clenched, and he shoved them into the pockets of his uniform. He couldn’t admit any of that to Stiles, though, not without admitting to…other things. Things he wasn’t acknowledging now or ever.
a psychic’s daughter joins four private school boys in a quest for a sleeping king of welsh legend in the mountains of virginia, uncovering ancient magic, powerful dreams, and the devils in themselves.