Just like Canaan said, or more interpreted, Kester was right outside the door and he looked calmer than he had an hour ago when he dragged Damian away.
I didn't understand how they did all that silent communication even through closed doors. I wanted to make it another mission to find out and understand, but there was no way it would matter much if I was out of the Pack. Who knows, maybe Kester has already told my mother how it worked and if she was back to her senses, she would tell me too.
“Walk with me, Peyton, please,” Kester said, stretching out his arm to show me the way. He was so polite it irked me. Then he followed behind which I thought was weird since I hadn't gotten used to this fat ass house.
“Aren't you supposed to lead the way?’ I asked, turning my head to him as we walke
