"Of course," he murmurs. Letting the amulet slip away from his fingers, he meets Ivette's eyes. "You have my word."

And how selfish does it make him, that he lets her implication -- that if it only works for one of them, Alistair will be the one to take it -- go without remark? After Ivette has spent so long looking for a cure? Bitter shame floods him; he swallows it back.

But he can't make himself say anything like no, you ought to take it while he stands in the house he shares with his husband.