Darcy took several deep breaths, calming himself. It wasn't the time to panic or fall apart. He pressed a palm against his forehead and exhaled slowly, letting his thoughts settle down.
Clyde had every reason to be wary of him. For God's sake, it was Darcy who had lured Micah and Clyde to that place, thinking he could feel better by tormenting the fake young master. In the end, both he and Clyde had been killed by an enemy in the dark. He had no idea what had happened to Micah afterwards.
But he could guess. With both him and Clyde out of the picture, and Ramsy's family's demise, Micah would have been left alone, cornered and vulnerable, with no one to protect him. Easy prey for those four men waiting to be slaughtered.
The thought made Darcy's jaw tighten until it hurt.
Maybe they had even been in on it. Maybe those four were also accomplices with the culprit who pulled strings behind the scenes.
