He’d never had much truck with shades of grey. A man was honest or dishonest; a course of action was right or wrong. Luke Doomsday had upended all his certainties. Rufus believed in honesty as the bedrock for relationships of whatever kind; Luke had lied to him consistently, deliberately, and outrageously, over weeks, drawing a poisoned line through friendship and intimacy. It was the worst betrayal of Rufus’s life, and he wanted to forgive it so much that he had to curl his toes inside his boots to set his will.
