Fury subsides into exasperation. “It’s not a zero-sum choice, Power, you or him—” His face screws up. Eyes squinted almost shut, he says: “Maybe it is. For me.” And finally, I understand. Oh, Power. He has a heart after all, and now that he’s bared it, I’m breaking it. “But it’s not . . . for you,” he realizes. I shake my head, throat suddenly tight. “No.”
