As promised, here is a sneak peek of the still untitled Defiance and Progress Sequel!
(If you haven't read Defiance and Progress, then this will make little to no sense. In fact, even if you have, this might not make much.)
He grabbed for the bag, tearing it off too quickly though he was trying to be gentle and then suddenly Stiles was on his feet, his hands free, pushing Derek back.
Stiles’ left eye was swollen and there was a cut along his temple and his face was hard and determined until-
“Derek?” Stiles sounded completely confused, but not panicked and he broke eye contact to scan the room, frowning in concentration. “What’re you…?”
Then there was a burst of joy, the smell of it filling the whole room but Derek didn’t know if it was coming off of himself or of Stiles and for a moment he didn’t care, content to gape at Stiles and wonder how on earth he had thought that he could forget about Stiles.
“Derek!” Stiles cried again, happier this time and Derek’s knees practically gave out with relief. Stiles didn’t hate him. He didn’t. He actually sounded excited-- a bit confused but excited and Derek moved forward, trying to close the distance between them at least a little.
That’s when he realized his knees actually were giving out and Stiles’ face was swimming out of focus.
“I can’t believe they brought me here,” Stiles was saying, or at least Derek thought he was. The world was going dark. Stiles must’ve seen the confusion on his face though because suddenly he was frowning again, eyes wide and scared.
“Wait,” Stiles said. “Oh, shit.”
That was the last thing Derek heard before blackness claimed him completely.
