"You need to hurry, Stiles." His voice echoed, like he was talking from the end of a tunnel. I pulled against the restraints, my wrists burning as they turned red. A small cry escaped her lips, her eyes still tightly shut. "She's beginning to slip." He was taunting me. "She's going to slip right through your hands." Book One - Season 1 - Season 3a Book Two - Season 3b - Season 6