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Stiles’s greatest tactic in supernatural confrontations was looking like nothing more than 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones.
The sorceress who’d bound Derek to a mountain ash stake leered gleefully that the werewolf’s human boy toy would witness her revenge.
But “from a little spark comes a mighty flame,” the old saying goes.
Once she’d let him near enough Stiles incinerated the spell-caster in a wall of fire.
Freeing Derek from his bonds, “What is it about you that every witch wants you for their baby daddy?” Stiles asked.
After Derek’s ardent kisses Stiles remembered what it was.