The weight of Silas’s body was heavy against Iris, a reminder of the sacrifice he had just made for her. The blood on her hands felt warm and slick. Alarms blared in rhythmic pulses, and the sound of Marcus Sterling’s footsteps grew louder, the sound of his leather shoes echoing like a ticking clock against the stone floor. Every second felt like an eternity, the silence of the corridor amplified by the sound of Iris’s own gasping breath."Silas, stay with me," Iris whispered into his ear.A ragged, wet cough shook Silas’s frame. To her shock, he moved. His hand, shaking and pale, gripped her shoulder. He wasn't dead, but he was fading fast, his life force leaking out onto the damp stone. "The... the panel," Silas choked out, his voice a ghost of its former self. He pointed a trembling finger at a small, circular light on the wall behind them. It was hidden behind a patch of moss and shadow, invisible to anyone who didn't know the house's skeletal structure. "Blackwood... biometric.
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