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I crashed against a nightstand.
I landed on carpet as a clatter of noise exploded around me.
A lamp landed on my head, breaking into thick shards.
I was in a bedroom.
It was dark.
From the light streaming through two double windows, I could tell I was on the second floor of a brownstone somewhere in my neighborhood. A distant siren wailed.
I stood, trying to orient myself, but it was dark.
I stepped back and my foot stepped on something hard.
Morgan.
She lay on the carpet, lifeless, her eyes still open. Her hands and feet were bound. Someone must have kidnapped her while we were in the demon nest. Damn!
I bent down to grab her.
But when I felt her cold skin, I knew that the worst was true.
No.
I shrank away from her body.
Why was she here?
Why was I here?
It didn't make
