The second Derek fucking said the words, Kate flinched slightly because she could still feel Peter's claws in her neck. That rip that went deep down, clawing out her life. She remembered apologizing, it was easy to say. I'm sorry. Was she? Hell no. She'd do it again because that's what she was born to do. She didn't feel sorry for the werewolves, she didn't make excuses for what she did. The lies she told her to cover her own ass, but in the end, it didn't even matter. There was no fucking possible way Peter turned her. She just looked at him, dead in the face when he told her to turn the toys on herself.
"You're a fucking liar. You think I don't see through that shit?" But the truth was, she couldn't. She couldn't 'sense' him or get a feel of his emotions but Derek looked serious. It's a wonder he gave her the heads up.
It was a shame she didn't have anything on her because in that moment she would have killed him on the street and not bat a fucking eyelash. She needed to figure out what the fuck was going on and why she was here. In what very well could have been hell. Clearly it was considering she was here with Derek, but she had no idea that Allison was here, or even Chris.
"You're lucky. I think we're just going to leave it at that," she said, not turning her back on him for one second, but she did start walking backwards, waiting for him to turn and get the fuck out of her face.