บท 438: Taking it

Ivan

Fuck if I was letting this fucker eat me.

"Go to hell," I managed, breaking his wrist and punching his throat. It didn't matter if I had no chance to win; even if it was my last breath, I was fighting for it.

I had to channel every side of me to push him away, and even then, it was only a few feet. Still, it was enough to catch my breath, my ribs already healing. I was buying Nefera something expensive if I survived this. I'd been dead thirty seconds ago if she hadn't unlocked my supernatural powers. Yet it didn't feel like enough, even with all of them working.

"Good," Instead of looking angry, Ezekiel seemed excited. That wasn't a good thing. "I would've been disappointed if you didn't fight."