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Giles assures him there's no escape, which is either the most comforting or discomforting of statements, depending on tonight's outcome. Because last month's events aside, there's still the thought (hope?) in the back of his mind that this is all just some elaborate prank by Devon, who’ll come sauntering into the library not long from now, their buds in tow, all laughing their asses off at him standing naked and locked up in the high school library.
Devon never comes. Instead, sunset brings with it a body-wracking pain that sends him tumbling to the ground. He prays Giles was right.