Chapter 28 Amon
- ~Declan~
- Clifton clasps his teeth together, resulting in a tense tight muscle on his cheekbones. "Fucker." I hear him cuss as he turns to Gaston who is still standing with his hands now in his pants pocket.
- My eyes follow his length of stare and Declan does the same. No words were said between the two and I don't understand why they would be staring daggers at each other at such a crucial time.