‘No,’ he interrupted, voice sharp and urgent as he crossed the three, four steps between us. ‘On every last crumb of honour I have in me, cactus – no. You’re the very last person in the world I would ever begrudge anything, powers or otherwise. I’m in awe of all you’re achieving. All I want is for you to get more of it, and I’d rather hand over my own magic to you than deny you a single bloody thing you deserve. Jealousy has nothing to do with any of this. Please.’
