A sharp honk pierced the air, jerking both Micah and Clyde out of the serene moment that had settled between them. Micah flinched in surprise, head snapping toward the sound. Clyde dropped his hand, his jaw tightening as he turned to look behind their car.
Two jeeps were at the bottom of the drive, idling with their engines purring like restless beasts. In the lead vehicle, the window rolled down, and a familiar head popped out.
Dylon leaned halfway out, one hand gripping the doorframe. "Hey!" Dylon shouted, his voice echoing off the nearby stone walls. "Open the damn gate already! What are you doing just standing there?"
Clyde didn't respond. He merely stared at the jeeps with the chilling calm of a predator whose meal had just been snatched away.
