After writing the incantation, Adrien stepped back: the circle was complete. The awareness of what would come dug its nails inside him and tore at his heart. His eyes lost focus on the symbols and patterns that were now covering the floor; his mind tangled at the thought of what would have to unfold - the thought of Val, with him -- with him, for one fleeting night; and then all will be done, all will be closed, all will be dead, at long last.