HARPER'S POV
I swear, if he looks at me like that one more time, I might actually punch him.
Okay, maybe not actually. That would get me in trouble and blow my cover. But the urge is real. I feel it in my fists. Every. Single. Time.
Asher is standing on the other side of the training ground with his arms crossed like he owns the air we breathe. He's been watching me all morning. Not saying much, just... watching. Judging. And yeah, he does that to all the recruits, but with me, Hunter, it's different. He is harsher. Sharper. Like I've personally offended him by existing.
Whatever.
"Yo, Hunter!" Jace yells from behind me, tossing a wooden training blade into my hands. "You spacing out again?"
I catch it, barely. "Maybe I'm just planning your funeral," I say, giving him a
