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Derek knelt at the crossroads and stared up at Stiles.
“Are you sure about this?” Stiles asked with a quirk of his lips.
Derek nodded.
“It will be bloody.”
“Good,” Derek responded.
“Now, about my payment,” Stiles said.
“My soul for their deaths,” Derek said.
“Tempting, but no. I think I have a much better idea. I’m thinking you could use a mate. One with powers, like mine.”
“You can do that?” Derek asked. Stiles’ eyes went red and the smile he gave made Derek shiver.
“Give me some credit, I didn’t become the ruler of the crossroads for nothing.”
