Chapter 243: A Place In the Moonlight
Micah led Darcy along the stone path behind the main building. He had chosen this time specifically, everyone’s attention, from his family members to the staff, would be fixed on the banquet, even Albert Ramsy wouldn’t be able to ignore the guests and arrive unnoticed there.
The path shimmered under the moonlight, but Micah was too preoccupied to notice the beauty of it.
His heart was pounding in his chest. The closer they got to his grandmother’s residence, the tighter the knot in his stomach grew. Each step felt like it drained a little more of his strength. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, even though it was open more than usual, it still felt too tight, like it was slowly choking the air out of him. Cold sweat began forming on his face.
Beside him, Darcy walked quietly, but his eyes kept flickering toward Micah. He could tell something was off. Micah was too stiff. Too quiet.
Was it that important? Did meeting his grandmother mean something else? Why did it feel like Micah was walking to his execution, where a guillotine waited for him?
"How was the banquet?" Darcy spoke finally.
Micah jerked his head in surprise, locking eyes with Darcy for a brief second before looking away. "Total disaster!" he said with a whiny voice. "You won’t believe it...Emile showed up."
Darcy chuckled under his breath. "Oh, no. You’re so screwed."
"Yeah," Micah said, dragging a hand on his face. "He was so mad."
"How did he know about it? Was it because of that post?" Darcy asked, amused.