Alina always teased Mal about the Grisha girls he would fall for on the occasional time that the Second Army came around.

But you? You were a completely different story and Mal couldn't explain anything about you to Alina without stumbling over his words.

You were a Heartrender, one able to control the organs of others with a wave of your hand, and to others, you were dangerous. But to Mal? You were just a little devil.

He caught a glimpse of you in one of the many Grisha tents, in your red Corporalki robes, toying with a small dagger.

“What do you plan to do with that, little devil?” He chuckles—alerting you of his presence. “Saints, I hope you don’t plan to stab me.”