Heiji wriggled out from under Stiles and reverted back to his normal appearance, so hopefully Stiles had let go of him by now or he'd be grabbing Heiji's shirt. He looked back up at the top of the trap, but the door was rapidly closing. It was now just a little sliver of light from up above, though they could still hear the dry cackling of whoever it was in Violet Blackthorn's body.
"Serves you right, you little meddlers! Let's see if you can Stiles yourself an escape route!"
Insult to injury.
"...Hey Stiles, you got any cell reception down here?"
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"Serves you right, you little meddlers! Let's see if you can Stiles yourself an escape route!"
Insult to injury.
"...Hey Stiles, you got any cell reception down here?"