Stiles

" The bottle," Alexia repeated in a flat tone as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the object.

Nicky regained her composure, and pinned her with a nonchalant look, " It's none of your business."

Stiles groaned in pain," Mom, leave her alone. Your voice is causing my head to hurt." He muttered. His head was pounding and he knew that they were about to start their bickering.

Alexia shot Nicky a stare before turning to Stiles. " Sorry hun. You can't be seen in this state." She said.

Nicky seized the opportunity to leave their presence. She sighed in relief, grateful on one hand for Stiles' intervention and unhappy at Alexia's presence. She would have a second chance, she was sure of that.

Alexia rubbed Stiles' back and called two guards to assist him. After her efforts of trying to get him to stand went down the drain.

" Help him up to his room." She ordered.

Stiles groaned as he collapsed on the bed.

" You can leave." She told them.

She waited till she heard their footsteps do