Lee spent the drive home brooding in sullen, combative silence.
Yannick leaned his temple against the car window, trying not to shiver in the blast of air conditioning. He thought about just turning it down, but Lee’s seething anger was already as palpable as another person in the car. The bit of comfort he’d gain wasn’t worth provoking him.
Yannick wanted to doze, but the vibration of the car made him nauseous when he closed his eyes. He hadn’t felt this awful since he’d spent the morning counting rice in the kitchen. Which was just a few days ago, come to think of it. And because Lee had been angry at him.
Brandon would never do that. Yannick barely knew him, but he was certain of it down to his cold, aching bones. Brandon wasn’t the kind to use someone’s compulsion against them.
Bon
