“If you expressed anything other than uncertainty, I might take you for a braggart or an egomaniac. The truth is that you should be uncertain. This world is still an uncertain place in your eyes, and if my senses are correct—which I have no reason to believe they are not—you are also uncertain of me.” He rotated his body toward me in a jerky, snapping motion, his lupine eyes catching mine immediately. “Is that about right, Soleil?” I huffed through my nose and raised my eyebrows. I wanted to keep him at arm's length because he was right—I didn’t trust him.
