Brendon stood over Dallon's sleeping figure. The human twitched, but otherwise slept soundly. Brendon snarled at the sight of it.

His key to victory thought escape would be that simple? A pinch of witch dust to blur his memories so he could return to his happy little life?

No.

The gateway between worlds was thin. Dallon slept beside the last remaining obstacle. If it wouldn't ruin everything, Brendon would have slit his throat right in that instance. However, it would go against the magic of the ritual; only those bewitched by the supernatural could touch and kill the true sacrifices before falling themselves. Brendon had worked far too hard to let that happen.

He reached out, drawing a nail across Dallon's cheekbone. "Rest while you can." He sneered, flicking his finger at the last moment to cut the skin of Dallon's cheek. "You'll be mine again soon enough."

With that, he stepped back and vanished.