“But I am,” Sol blurts the words before he can even think them through, like the dirty confession of a sin. “I am hiding.” Yohan nods, slow as he listens, then looks into Sol’s eyes. “You are?” He thumbs at Sol’s jaw again and laughs. “But you are right here!” Ah, an attempt to lighten up the mood? Sol thinks. For a Harbinger Of Malice, he sure is radiant.
