“That dude with the white hair is creeping me out a little,” I muttered to Hunter as we followed Gloam and Rig. “He’s giving me uncanny valley vibes. Something’s off with him.” “Yeah?” Hunter cocked his head as he looked. He shrugged. “I guess. He’s hot.” Edin let out a disgruntled snarl from the other side of him and smacked Hunter in the chest. It was immensely satisfying for me—and I suspected for Edin—to hear Hunter wheeze at the impact. “I just meant objectively, scratch.” His voice was tight, like he was trying to mask the discomfort. I snorted.
