Though slightly worried, Conner appeared to look in awe at Simon because of his age.
Melanie doubted she had seen anyone lie in such a straight face and make up crap in the air. Rolling her eyes, she said, "He's only a century old, Conner."
"Is she always a party pooper?" Simon asked Conner while Melanie glared at him. "We aren't that old. Because we spent quite some time sleeping in the coffins. Now where were we with the studies?"
Everyone at the table went back to read their books.
If it was possible, Melanie would have eaten the book through her eyes with the intensity she was looking at it. She didn't look up, nor did she look to her right to know what the boys were doing. On one side, Conner couldn't help but occasionally look up to see Melanie and Simon reading, and on the other side, Simon rubbed his chin, feeling the gaze from Conner.
