Chapter 187: Two Trolls, One Saint, and a Disaster
As luck would have it, before they could even make it past the front gate, a familiar voice cut through the evening air.
"Hey! Micah? Darcy?"
Micah froze mid-step. His shoulders tensed. He didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.
"Crap," Micah muttered under his breath.
Darcy looked over his shoulder and gave a tiny sigh. "It’s Nick and Eddie."
Micah let out a groan. He had really been looking forward to a quiet dinner.
"Where are you going?" Nick called out, already walking toward them with a wide grin.
"Nowhere," Micah snapped as he turned to face them, his voice as cold as it was flat.
"No, no, no. I am pretty sure you are heading out to eat!" Nick pointed at them. "You guys! Last time you abandoned us at the restaurant. Now you are going out for a feast without saying anything?"
Eddie was close behind him, nodding his head.
"You got a bloodhound’s nose or some freaky psychic power? Why do you always show up when someone is about to eat." Micah grimaced at Nick.