“Nathan Grier, you think youcan deny me?” asked a great echoing rumble of a voice.
No, he couldn’t go back, he couldn’t go back. But even as Nathan thought that, he knew he still would. He would if it was the only choice he had instead of giving in to what Malak wanted.
“Damn right I can deny you,” Nathan said, this time without an ounce of fear. “My answer is still no, you goddamn son of a bitch.”
A howl left Malak’s lips, his mouth still shimmering with what looked like sharpened teeth. Then he seemed to grow larger, filling the whole car, and Nathan knew that it was over. Malak leapt for him, but just before reaching him it was as if he struck some unseen barrier that knocked all that darkness and excess power right out of him. Malak tumbled back, just a man in a suit, his eyes even that feigned blue.