"They all saw it, they just didn't care." That was the difference. Harry was here, caring that he had been screwed. Max had to smile for a moment, shaking his head. "Wouldn't have ever bet on some rich white boy giving a damn."

That was unexpected. That was almost enough to make him think it wasn't real, but he had heard that despair in Harry's voice. Was seeing it even now. He didn't think Harry was faking. Wasn't lying about that any more than he was lying about needing him. "See, I got used to being screwed. But this, this I'm not used to."

He moved his hand and there were sparks. Electricity crackling. "I have power now. I've never had power before. I want to make them feel it. Give them a proper reason to fear me."