“What does that mean, ‘in a way’?” “It means nothing is black and white, cub. There are just shades of gray.” He looks up and our gazes lock. “Except you.” It’s becoming impossible to keep my breathing under control while he looks at me like this. As if I’m the only person in the world. “And what am I?” “You, my tiger cub, are a ray of light in the absolute darkness my life has become and has been for a very long time.”
