Darcy slipped away from Albert's siblings the moment their attention shifted toward Elina and Jacob. His steps were quick and silent, almost like he'd just escaped a battlefield. The moment he felt a safe distance between himself and those opportunistic relatives, his shoulders loosened.
His eyes scanned the room until he found Micah and Aria standing by a side table. Micah was sipping juice, Aria was teasing him about something, and both seemed blissfully unaware of the chaos Darcy had just endured.
Darcy approached them with an expression that could only be described as betrayed. His lips were tight, his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed in silent accusation.
Micah spotted him and immediately grinned. "Welcome to the family."
Darcy glared, stepping right into Micah's personal space. "Compensate me right now," he hissed. "Or I'm walking out of this house."
Aria snorted and lifted her drink toward him. "Too late. You're already one of us."
