Micah didn't even want to glance at his phone.
It felt heavy in his hand, like it was about to explode the second the screen lit up. He could already imagine it, Clyde's name flashing again and again, message notifications stacking up one after another, missed calls piling up in red. Furious texts. Cold voice messages. That low, controlled tone Clyde used when he was trying very hard not to lose his temper.
Micah grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut for a second.
In his mind, he cursed Edmund from head to toe, from ancestors to descendants. Generation after generation of Edmund. If there were ten of him in the family tree, Micah would strangle all ten.
Talk about a pig teammate.
His uncle was exactly that, a walking disaster. On one hand, Edmund claimed he wanted to pursue Jacklin properly. On the other hand, he had just angered her uncle to the point of explosion. Who would do that? Who would sabotage himself so thoroughly?
