Shit. Stiles shot up at the sound of Derek's voice and regretted it immediately. His stomach turned and his head throbbed as he looked at Derek with confusion clear on his face.
"Derek? I mean Master? I mean Mr. Hale?" Stiles corrected himself as his hand ran over his face and through his already messy hair. "What are you doing here?" They hadn't seen or talked to each other since the night Stiles had screwed things over and had been sent back to his room. He couldn't help but wonder what he did this time.