Micah turned to Darcy, his hazel eyes lifting with quiet desperation, asking for help on what to do with the girl clinging to his arm. His lips shaped the words. "It is your fault."
He had seen it... Darcy dodged the girl's outstretched hand. Normally, Micah would not have interfered, but for Darcy's sake, he had stepped in. He had never seen this cold side of Darcy before, the version who didn't care if someone stumbled. It was the opposite of how the novel described him. And yet, Micah was not disappointed. If anything, he was relieved. With those four psychos around, it was better for Darcy to be guarded than gentle. So Micah had caught the girl, trying to shield Darcy's reputation. What he hadn't expected was for her to cling to him, too shocked to let go.
