Al had practically lived in Edmund’s back pocket for months. He’d been closer to Edmund than anyone. And yes, he loved him. Even if Edmund could never love him back. Even if Edmund loved Kala, or someone equally terrible.

“It’s like he’s had some twisted idea of what an omega should be put into his head. He won’t even disagree with me, and he was especially familiar.” Al blushed, remembering Edmund curled up against him, his head on Al’s shoulder. Not the time or place.

“And he’s been spending a lot of time with Kala. Lucy, Kala’s — I don’t know if you should trust her.”