Nero sat alone in the front situate of the truck whereas Valentine and her sister were in the back situate. Lilliane was doing a beautiful great work at imagining she was sleeping, but indeed in the rearview reflect, Nero could tell she was pretending.
If Val accepted her sister was sleeping, she didn’t say anything.
The ride back to Greenlee was calmer than he would have preferred. It would have been superior if the sisters were contending, but the stunning quiet told him that something was off-base. The bond that driven Val to her sister was cracked by one means or another, and he couldn’t do a thing to settle it.
He abhorred that.
Nero truly couldn’t shake that feeling, but he couldn’t precisely tell Valentine that whereas Lilliane was imagining to rest. All he may do was put on mus
