I take the dagger in my hand, taking deep breaths as I prepare myself for the journey ahead. Kir watches me curiously, probably thinking that I’ll chicken out in the last minute. I try to remember all the instructions that he gave me, knowing that I’ll only have myself to rely on in the other world.
Drawing in another shaky breath, I pull my sleeve up, drawing a long line down my forearm. I barely feel the sharp tip cut through my skin, realizing that it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. I put the dagger back on the desk, watching as my blood travels down the vertical crevice on the blade.
Once it reaches the handle, it seems to run into it, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why am I not there yet? What is going on? Suddenly, the symbol of the drop lights up, and I fee
