Eleanor scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement and challenge. "Hmph… we'll see…" she murmured, her voice laced with doubt and mischief. The unspoken tension between her and Madeline was palpable, a game of cat and mouse where neither woman was willing to blink first.
Madeline turned to Carter and me, her expression shifting to one of command, her voice sharp and authoritative. "Leave us some space…" she said, her fingers waving dismissively.
"Other things are not what you guys can hear…" Her tone was final, leaving no room for argument. The message was clear—we were dismissed.
I nodded once, my posture straight, my expression neutral. Carter glanced at Eleanor, waiting for her instruction. Eleanor smiled, her voice smooth, commanding. "Carter, take our guest Dexter to the guest room… Have something to eat…" she said, her eyes flickering to me, assessing, teasing.
