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"You want to what?"
Stiles closes his eyes for a second, then takes a small step toward her. "I remember something you told me a while ago, about how your family's dad, Miguel, or something-"
"Mikael," she corrects softly with a small smile.
"Yeah, Mikael. You said a witch had him desiccated and entombed, right?" He begs his heart not to betray him as he speaks the next words because he knows she'll be listening. She's been listening to them since they stepped foot in the building. "We got in contact with your sister, Freya." Shock falls upon Ophelia as she suddenly stills. "She's willing to do the same to you. And I know that if my friend, my best friend, is here right now – even the smallest part of her – I know that she'll come with us because she knows it's the right thing to do to protect us and herself."
Another tear falls from her eye and drops straight to the ground. Ophelia nods and moves toward him, just as Stiles releases a heavy sigh of relief.
Outside the loft and listening intently to the conversation, Derek Hale's face falls in horror. "It's not her," he whispers frantically to the three beside him. "It's not Ophelia." But by the time they race into the apartment, they're too late.
