There was something dangerous about Stiles.
Derek first realized this one summer evening when he rounded the corner just in time to see Stiles swing a crowbar at a witch’s head, cleaving her jaw right off her face.
Jaskier knocks on the wrong door one dark and stormy night, the door of a mage obsessed with creating a new broodmare through mutation in order rejuvenate the ancient centaur race. That mage is an idiot, but Yennefer isn’t, and with the aide of the centaurs of Kaer Morhen, Jaskier finds the life destiny plotted for him.
