“You stopped the demons?” Giles said, wincing as she cleaned the blood from his face.

Willow nodded. “It was awful, Giles,” she said quietly. “Torn apart, spines ripped out...”

“Yes,” Giles replied, “I can imagine Spike getting quite carried away once he found out he could inflict damage on something other than my patience.”

 “No, Giles! Books. Everywhere...” Her voice sank to an anguished whisper. “We didn’t get them all when we emptied the library.” She nodded sadly at his look of horror. “All the fiction from R to Z.”

“Harmony’s section,” Giles said through gritted teeth, vowing dusty vengeance.

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