“Yes or no, Wolf.” He tilted his head. His eyes caught the moonlight and made him look like something from one of Remy’s more fanciful tales—a night creature, made of secrets and sharp edges. An Empire monster for the Sun Queen to slay. “Only those who are frightened of me call me that. And you aren’t frightened of me. Are you?” Harkan approached through the shadows—one step, two steps. “Not even a little bit,” she lied. “So what shall I call you instead?” He inclined his head. “You can call me Simon.”
