"Jasy."
His deep voice echoed from behind.
Jasmine Yale was startled, her long eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't turn her head.
Unseen, her hands clenched tightly.
"Must you be so distant with me?"
She still didn't respond, just gazing at the sky outside the window.
Within her small pupils was a reflection of the most dazzling fireworks.
"Are the twelve years we spent together so negligible in your eyes?" Sylvan Cheney asked.
Chale Cheney perked up his ears. What? Twelve years?
Did he just hear something astounding?
Silence, complete silence.
Chale Cheney was trying to maintain a pretense of sleep, so as to eavesdrop. It was far from easy to fool Elder Cheney.
If Jasy didn't speak soon, he wouldn't be able to keep the pretense up.
"I have nothing to repay Mr. Cheney," Jasmine Yale said calmly. "Nothing, except my life."
Sylvan Cheney sneered, "What if I ask you to return to Cheney Residence?"
"I won't go back," Jasmine Yale answered determinedly.
