Micah was baffled. No… he was way beyond baffled. He thought he had already hit the peak of bizarre with everything he had seen so far, but apparently, life, fate, or whatever higher power was messing with him still had even more horrors waiting for him. And it started the moment Clyde stepped inside the banquet hall.
Micah froze. He didn't even have control of his body in this vision, but his heart still jerked painfully, as someone had reached in and twisted it hard. He waited, expecting to see Clyde's gaze slide toward Darcy. Expected that stupid soft expression. Expected interest. Maybe even affection. That was how it should've been, right? That was what Clyde told him about how the original story had gone. Clyde was meant to fall for Darcy. That was why Clyde had resisted the novel, his fate, and had steered clear of the Ramsy family. Micah, heart shattering all over again, stared at Clyde, waiting for him to walk toward Darcy.
