OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

❦Eighteen❦

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"You alright there, Red?"

I jumped at the question, frowning up at the blond staring at me from where he was lounging sideways on his couch. He was leaning on his elbow in that nonchalant way only Easton seemed to know how. Even when he was upset he could still hold onto that casual manner of his. 

Those ice blue eyes of his stared me down from under his furrowed brows---well... what I could see of them anyway since his damn hair kept falling in front of his eyes. It was more appealing on him because those golden curls of his knew how to curve just right in front of his eyes. 

Damn Easton and his fucking wavy locks!

I shifted a little from where I was sitting, which was on the opposite side of the coffee table between the two couches. Except while Easton was lying on his couch, I was sitting on the floor with my back leaned against the edge of the cushions. Earlier I had pulled up my knees and wrapped my arms around them to have one of my hands hold onto the wrist of the other. 

Now I could feel my hand's grip tightening the longer Easton was staring at me.

Swallowing, I tightened my jaw and slowly started to shake my head. 

The blond Were's brows furrowed more, eyes narrowing slightly. 

"You sure?" 

I shrugged a shoulder, nodding but remained quiet. 

Ever since that night a few days ago where Dennison and I sat in my kitchen and he swore me to secrecy about finding, not only Maddox, Sr.'s grave empty, but Langley's too I have not been able to focus. 

I'd been in and out of my thoughts, getting a little too jumpy when someone talks to me or puts their hand on my shoulder because they said that I didn't hear them call me the first time. Keeping what I know to myself was eating at me and I was so worried about letting it slip out about what I know to Easton that I was trying so hard to keep quiet. 

Except being quiet wasn't my thing (apparently) because lately, I have been quieter than usual, according to Eli. And on top of that---just to remind me of my promise to keep quiet---Dennison had looked at me from across that breakfast table and raised a brow while replying to what his son had pointed out. 

"That's probably for the best... Isn't it, Kale?"

I remember looking back at the man whose gray irises seeped behind golden ones.

Glancing at Eli whose own eyes were narrowed slightly while his younger brother was looking puzzled (along with the others), I swallowed, nodding, "Yeah... I just... I've been a little nervous about the baking class I signed up for at the school."

"Oh that's great, Kale!" Thea smiled, leaning over to touch my forearm. 

I gave her back a smile, not as bright as hers, but enough to convince her that I wasn't ready to pull my hair out because of what I knew. Once my cousin turned away to the conversations going on with the others, I looked back at Dennison across the way. His brow rose and he nodded once, mouthing, "I won't let him blame you."

Pft. Easier said than done, Dennison. 

Easton pushed himself to sit up and I stiffened, eyes widening a little. He kept his gaze on me, turning his head away a bit and asked me again if I was okay. 

"I'm... I'm fine." 

He obviously didn't believe me because he started pushing himself closer to the edge of the couch and leaned over his knees with his hand clasped over the top of the other. Those piercing eyes of his scanned my face for a good minute. It felt longer though.