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Aphrodite Blackwell and her family moved to Beacon Hills with a sole purpose. And normally, where they go, death, chaos, destruction and distrust follows them. For most of her life, that was all Aphrodite knew, and her family were th...
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Chapter Fifty-Seven ⚡Memory Lost⚡
At a crime scene, numerous police cruisers and an ambulance with flashing lights are parked as deputies mill around the scene. The radiator of a transport van that wrecked is hissing loudly as Stilinski walks over to it.
He runs his hands over the five long, parallel claw gashes in the paint of the van's hood and makes an exasperated face before walking over to the ambulance, where a deputy is in the middle of putting a brace on Stiles' injured fingers and hand. Looking exasperated, Stilinski wastes no time in demanding to know what is going on.
"What in the hell were you three thinking?" He asked making Aphrodite hum and cross her arms over her chest as she turned to Scott and Stiles with raised eyebrows. "We were just trying to help." Scott said, making Stilinski nod slightly, "Why don't you try and help me understand- what the hell happened here?" He asked.
"Right. Well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." Stiles said and Scott and Aphrodite hummed and nodded, "As gentle as a baby bunny." She said sarcastically, smiling with Stiles shot her a look. "He was getting away?" Scott asked sheepishly and Stilinski nodded, "He got away."
