Jason Zane continued to howl like a rabid dog, his fingernails leaving jagged white scores on the polished marble walls of the lobby. He was a man coming apart at the seams, his reality fracturing as the millions of eyes in Valor City watched his utter dissolution.
The gathered patriarchs of the city—men who only an hour ago had been eager to shake his hand—now looked at him with a mixture of pity and visceral disgust. They shook their heads, their expressions weary. The logic of the world was cruel, but today it was absolute: some men were born to soar, and others were born to be the dirt beneath their boots.
The history between Jason Zane and Matthew Powell was no secret in these circles. One was the jilted former fiancé of Sarah Lacy, the man who had tried to buy her family like a cor
