Chapter 43: Mummy Issues
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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.
"Crap," Iris muttered sharply, pushing the thought out like poison. She stormed toward the dresser in the corner, yanked the drawer clean off its hinges, and dragged it toward the door. The legs screeched against the floor like metal nails down a chalkboard, but she didn’t care. Her hands clenched around the drawer’s edge and she raised it above her head before slamming it against the door with a loud, painful thud.
"Xander!" she screamed.
The impact echoed through the walls, but the door didn’t even crack, for an old ass, rotten ass door...it sure was strong.
Her voice already sounded raw, like she’d been shouting for hours, probably because she had. Her throat burned, and tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she kept going. She slammed the drawer again, harder, screaming his name over and over like maybe, if she screamed loud enough, he’d answer.
"Xander, damn it—answer me!"
But her only reply was nothing but deafening silence.