Micah slowly sat up. His eyes darted around the room as if trying to piece together what had happened. "What happened?" he asked, voice hoarse.
He pretended not to remember. It wasn't because he wanted to deceive them, no, that wasn't it. But as his mind cleared, he realised something important.
The ending he knew was different from what Darcy had seen. He was sure. Flora had died. Not him.
And for better or worse, he could not let Darcy know he also had experienced something similar. Because if he did, Darcy, clever and quick-witted as he was, would start asking questions. And with his habit of blurting things out before thinking, Micah was certain he would spill everything in no time.
No. Micah could never disclose the ending he knew to them. He could never tell Clyde that he was meant to die at the hands of those four. And could never tell Darcy the reason behind it all….was him.
