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chapter twenty four a divine move
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TIME WAS a funny thing. A day could feel like either a few seconds or a month. A month could feel like a day or a year. A few months in Beacon Hills could feel like years. That's how Odessa felt. Despite being in Beacon Hills for only 4 months, she had managed to grow close to everyone she had grown to care for.
Including Allison.
Odessa wished she had more time. More time to make more simple moments turn into memories that would be ingrained in her mind forever. Unfortunately, she didn't have many with Allison. And she regretted it more than anything.
Allison Argent was dead.
It had only been a few hours since the oni fight and the successful rescuing of Lydia. Isaac, Scott and Lydia were escorted to the police station to give their statements on what happened—or the non-supernatural version of what happened.
Odessa had decided to put herself on Stiles duty. It let her focus on something, or rather someone, to keep her mind in check. It seemed no one had time to mourn, the nogitsune was still out there. And now, he had the oni in his control. In all honesty, Odessa didn't know how to handle a situation like this. A situation of loss and mourning. With her memory gone, she had never had to mourn a loss of anyone until now. She had no idea how to feel. So for now, it would be put in the back of her mind for her to sort out later.
She knew Stiles was running out of time. Odessa could feel her hand twitch slightly at the itching it felt to reach out and hold his hand, but refrained. Her hands were also shaking because of the last couple hours of her life. It almost didn't seem real. She kept her gaze forward from her place on the couch in the Yukimura residence.
"Here," Mrs. Yukimura offered a cup to Stiles, "it'll calm you."
"What is it?"
"Tea..."
"What? Like magic tea?"
Narrowing her eyes at the boy's question, Mrs. Yukimura answered, "no, chamomile tea. Drink it. And I would advise your friend to calm you as well."
Stiles looked to the blonde, who seemed to be lost in thought, and didn't push her to use her abilities on him. He almost didn't expect her to offer at all. He didn't blame her, as much as his heart sank to his stomach at the cold shoulder she seemed to be giving him.
"He's not safe here," Mr. Yukimura stated as he walked into the room.
