"Control," he whispered, leaning forward over Eliot's back until his lips were at the man's neck.

"Come when I count to three, hmm? Control, baby. You can do it. Listen to me. The spell is ready. Are you ready? One...two..."

The circle began to glow, brighter, brighter, too white to see as John took him to the edge one last time.

"...Three..."

Part of him expected Eliot's magic to destroy the entire ship.