One look at her face, and Hunter frowned, lines of worry marring his handsome face. He left his chair in a hurry, meeting her halfway, and Hera walked into his open arms.
"What did he say that made you cry?" Hunter asked. He sounded exhausted, as though he was tired of his girlfriend and best friend's fight. Could she blame him, though? Hera and Michael fought over silly things all the time. They never needed a valid reason to fight, and most of the time, it would make no sense at all.
Hera stayed in his arms for a few more seconds and sighed before pulling away. His frown intensified when he saw the sadness in her eyes. "Do you want to tell me what happened? Why are you sad?" Hunter asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, tone sweet as honey. Hera forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
