A part of Nathan mourned the loss of what Malak offered, the way his power had felt, the way it had made him more than himself. But no. He knew he didn’t need to be anything other than what he was. Because he was Nathan Grier, damn it, and theDevilwas not going to get the better of him.
“Nice try,” Nathan smiled around any fear lingering in his belly, “but I’m not crawling back to you, asshole. We’re gonna win.”
Malak snarled, pain spiking through Nathan’s head as the dark sidhe king grabbed him roughly by the hair and yanked him over to the windows. “Win? You think you’re winning? Look at the whole of it, Nathan, and tell me if you still believe that.”
Defenseless against Malak’s superior strength, Nathan found his face pushed harshly to the glass looking out over the fields. He could see everything, from Alex and Ula outside the doors, to the farthest reaches of the fight.