“You think I need to borrow power from you?” I ask. He stiffens, a frown pushing the wrinkles of his forehead into irritated folds. “Not exactly borrow, but we both know you have no experience, so maybe it would ease some worry about your leadership.” I don’t mean to laugh; it just happens. “You would do that for me?” The man’s party is in shambles, and they barely listen to him, so surely he doesn’t expect me to.
