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Iris paced the edges of the room for what had to be the hundredth time, her boots dragging against the dusty floorboards as if she were trying to wear a hole straight through the wood. The wallpaper here peeled like old skin, curling at the corners, and every inch of the ceiling was cracked like something had once tried to break out from inside the walls. The only window was too narrow, too damned high to climb through even if she could break it, even if she dared to try.
The only source of light came from the moon above and the glowing mark that had a burning sensation on her chest which meant only one thing...
Xander was in danger.
As fucking usual.
And she was trapped in this room like a helpless extra in a bad horror movie while the two people she actually gave a damn about in this world was out there bleeding, dying, maybe even getting possessed.
