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

❦Twenty-Four❦

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I don't know whose reaction to what we heard was more startling for the group; Thea's... or mine. I'd say Thea's though.

Those words sent a shot of agitation through my veins and the years of turmoil from guilt over my supposed fallen friend was feuding my need to show Evan Gallagher what he messed with.

I had tried to rush forward, growling out, "You sonofa---" but my dad and Mr. Dennison got a hold of me. The back of my shirt was being tugged on while I was trying to shove Mr. Dennison out of the way.

My eyes were locked on the man on the porch who seemed to enjoy the rise he was getting.

On the other hand, my cousin was quicker and more successful in getting to her target.

After having dodged her husband's grasp and shouldered her mother out of the way, Thea stormed up the steps with her hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

My Uncle Thatcher got in front of her, sternly speaking her name in a low voice but my cousin wasn't having it. Not that I blamed her. With one swift move, Thea shoved our uncle out of the way but had managed to grab hold of the handle to his Hunter's knife strapped to his side.

Thea didn't even give Evan a chance to take a step back once she grabbed hold of his shirt and shoved him back so hard he flinched when his back hit the wall.

My cousin pinned him there, that familiar sneer on her face when the Hunter Mode was taking over. The side of Thatcher's knife was pressed against his throat, him swallowing made him wince as he stared back at the heated gaze from my cousin.

Evan weakly grinned, wincing in between as he forced out a laugh.

"She's definitely Emeel's, don't you agree, Thatcher?"

The man's face grimaced when Thea shoved him further against the wall and our uncle huffed back that now was not the time for joking. Especially when his niece was ready to slice open Evan's throat.

"Ah," Evan chuckled, glancing at Thatcher before looking back to Thea. "I wouldn't doubt it. She's quite... skilled that's for sure."

Thea sneered, "Don't take this lightly when I say that I will show you the number of ways I can rip out your vocal chords!"

Evan winced again. He swallowed hard, trying to glance down at the knife pressed against him. His weak grin faltered a little.

"Ripping them out, however brilliantly done, would only delay your reunion with Maddox, don't you think?"

Thea was practically growling as she demanded to know where Maddox was. Even from this distance, I could see how teary-eyed she was getting. And it was amusing to Evan seeing how tormented Thea looked.

"Where is he!?" Thea shouted, now digging the knife in enough that there was slight bleeding. 

Evan laughed while the rest of us were trying to ease Thea. We would have let her have at him but if Maddox wasn't here, we wouldn't know where to look for him if Thea killed Evan. And once Thea was locked in her Hunter Mode, it was difficult to get her out of it until she got her fresh kill. 

"Do it!" Evan sneered, pressing his throat further against the knife. "Prove that you really are the ruthless ultimate Advanced Hunter that Pritchet always wanted!" 

Thea frowned, narrowing her eyes and her jaw tightened before stepping back from Evan. But not before leaving a long gash across Evan's cheek. The man hissed, turning away with a hand to his face. He stared at his bloodied hand, glancing up at Thea who stood back beside Thatcher.