Hunter.
Of course it comes back to Hunter.
It always does when it comes to Harmony.
Jake has never quite been able to make sense of the two of them. Even now, after everything that has happened, after lines that should have stayed uncrossed were not just crossed but blurred beyond recognition, they are still there—still close, still moving around each other like gravity never loosened its hold. Best friends, they call it. Like that word is enough to contain whatever history sits between them.
Jake doesn’t buy it. Never has.
He thinks about the way Hunter used to look at Axel sometimes, that crooked grin tugging at his mouth, eyes bright with mischief and something just a little too sharp to be harmless.
If you ever screw up, man, I’ll take her off your hands.
Always said like a joke
