Easton and I didn’t exchange another word after that argument in his apartment. When my friends started asking questions, I told them we’d had a fight like any normal couple, but sooner or later he would have to apologize to me.
Two days later, I realized that wasn’t going to happen.
Easton Cash wasn’t exactly known for apologizing after brutally hurting and destroying people’s feelings.
But the truth was, beyond the anger, there was something else I couldn’t get out of my head.
His eyes.
That strange glow definitely wasn’t normal.
I had spent hours searching for it online on my phone, trying to find some kind of logical explanation for what I had seen that night in his apartment. The only things I found were articles about eye diseases, reflections caused by light, and even somethin
