Hunter’s voice lingers in the air, as he leans back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest. “I hope you love it here.” His words carry a weight that Skye can’t quite place, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit yet. 

Knox doesn’t say much, but Skye can tell by the way his jaw’s tight, a muscle twitching just under the skin, that he’s keeping a lot from her. Hunter’s eyes are the kind a person senses before they see them, they’re piercing, slightly amused, and seem ...