you fill me in and you are permanent

There is that awful sensation of falling, suddenly–Lydia's eyes latch onto a smatter of dark marks in the shadow of Stiles' throat like they're anchors on a raging sea. How can that be? she wonders, how can he be her undoing and her salvation all at once? "What is the Lydia Martin still afraid of?" [6th in the 'toss me a heavy rope' series]