Micah set the containers on the kitchen counter, the faint clatter of lids echoing through the quiet apartment. The place smelled faintly of soup and spices. He took out each container, placing them neatly into the fridge, except for the one still hot to the touch. He set it aside on the counter, steam curling from its lid.
Clyde leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him with that familiar unreadable gaze. His tone was calm when he finally spoke. "What do you plan to do with Leo?"
Micah shut the fridge door slowly and turned toward Clyde, his expression thoughtful.
"Mmm," he hummed loudly, tapping his finger against his chin. "Like you said before, I want to use him. Keep him close. Hold his leash tight." He paused, eyes flicking up, a serious expression filled his face. "That way he won't be a threat to Darcy… not like in my dream."
