Ace
Ace scoffed and I noticed him playing with his pinky on his right hand as if it were missing something, "but they're good for each other. They balance one another out. It's love because if it wasn't, he would have hated her."
I knew the story. Quinn had reiterated it to me a few months ago. I felt bad for Ace, I did, but that didn't make him a good person. He was insanely handsome, though.
His hair was longer now, the tips dyed blonde and curling over his forehead. He resembled Gunnar but so much more handsome.