Derek lifted his hand to cover Stiles' with his own. "I trusted her," he whispered. "I told her about us. About our weaknesses." And she'd used the information to trap and burn his family. She'd done what any slave would do in her position. That's why slaves couldn't be trusted. Not really. Not with things that mattered.
Stiles' absolution weren't anything he hadn't heard before. He still didn't believe it.