Malak grinned. “You’re feeling pretty good right now. Confident. Empowered. The light side’s warrior. Oh yes, it’s a nice parlor trick, that blissful feeling. But it isn’t permanent. You didn’t really think it would last, did you, your…miraculous recovery?” Another step closer. “You see, Nathan, we both know that there is still a part of me in you.Deep…and tightly wound…right where it matters.” Malak’s hand came up fast and pressed to Nathan’s chest over his heart—where his mark had been.
Nathan flinched, expecting pain, surprised but not yet relieved when there wasn’t any.
“You know that’s why that good feeling is fading, Nathan,” Malak said, his voice softening, his body too close, his eyes shimmering red on black as he grinned. “Why don’t we coax a little of that darkness back out again…hmm?”