He tried to laugh it off. "I don't have a dark side. I'm a good person."

He picked up the knife.

Asur, welcome to your dark side.

Not in a voice—more like a memory that hadn't happened yet. A warmth crawling up his spine. A whisper behind his ribs.

Just a thought. Just a small, delicious thought.

But tonight, the mirror spoke.

Asur looked at his reflection one last time. The sharp teeth were gone. So were the hungry eyes. Now, the man in the mirror looked peaceful. Free.