Xander POV:
Heading back to my room I felt the weight of what Ryker told me. She wasn't just a victim of circumstance- wrong place, wrong time. She was chosen, hunted, stalked. Demons love to torture their victims and will sometimes play with them like a cat and mouse but they don't normally waste time on intel.
What made her different... Jackson was right, I needed the oracle.
Openning the door to my room I was hit by a wave of cinnamon. The scent seeped into my soul and calmed me instantly. Her tiny body was still curled up in a little ball on the bed. She looked so innocent and frail. The red marks and bruises she had when I found her had faded but I knew they still left a mark mentally. She wiggled slightly and rolled to her other side. The puncture mark on her neck from the syri
