A host to bring Malak physically through the Veil before it falls, but Nathan had to be willing. Malak needed him to say yes, needed him to choose, or the thinning of the Veil would all be for naught—Malak would still be stuck on the other side.
“This would be so much more than possession, Nathan. I’m talking full immersion, you and me, equal.” She teased her fingertips along the waistband of Nathan’s boxers, challenging Nathan to try and stop her. “You wouldn’t lose yourself, I promise you. Everything you love, I will love, and hold sacred and protect.”
“I’m sure,” Nathan scoffed. He wanted to move. He was certain he had almost gathered enough strength to move more than just an arm, and Malak grazing her fingers where she had no right to touch only fueled him further.
“We’ll be one perfect being, Nathan, don’t you understand?”
“So this is what? Masturbation?”