~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.
Unless Clifton is certain that Gaston knows he's lying and he's trying to make sure he doesn't tell on him. 'Of course, that's it.' Lying-scared-piece-of-s**t.
Gaston finally clears his throat, "Let's all try to calm down and think of Xyana," He says calmly. "You all will end up hurting her if you continue to fight."
I clench my teeth as I watch Clifton caressing my mate who had almost screamed
