Chapter 117
~ Nathaniel ~
Yvonne pulled Jackson away before either of us could say anything else. Her hand was firmly on his arm, guiding him. Controlling him. Leading him toward the door like a puppeteer with strings.
I watched the way she moved him. The subtle pressure of her fingers. The way she positioned her body to block any further conversation. The practiced ease with which she manipulated the situation.
She was good. I had to give her that. Years of practice had made her an expert at getting exactly what she wanted.
It was quiet until they got into the car and drove off. The silence they left behind was heavy, oppressive. Filled with everything Navine and I weren't saying.
I stood there in the foyer, watching through the window as the car disappeared down the long driveway.
