Nathan cocked his head at them, pausing outside the room. “It’s okay. Really. I’ll show you,” he said again and, reaching up with his right hand toward his neck, he tightened what was suddenly a red tie, surrounded by Malak’s black suit, tailored to Nathan perfectly as it took the place of his layers and jeans. Nathan released another laugh before heading down the hallway.
The first thing Jim thought of once Nathan was out of sight was that he had to find iron. He even released Sasha and turned back inside the room to find something, any kind of weapon, not really thinking, not capableof thinking without fear of losing control.
Sasha grabbed his arm to hold him still. “Jim, no. Even if we could…iron didn’t hurt Malak before. He’s more powerful now. Theyare. Like that. You can feel it, can’t you?” Sasha sounded as numb as Jim was forcing himself to feel, more so, like if he let one drop of emotion in it would break him into fragments.