The city skyline faded behind them as Clyde's sleek black car slipped down unfamiliar streets. Micah leaned back against the passenger seat, arms folded, eyes narrowing at the way Clyde took a turn he didn't recognise. The road ahead was lined with tall trees whose branches curved overhead like an archway.
"Where are we going?" Micah asked, his tone more curious than suspicious.
Clyde's grip on the steering wheel tightened for a brief second before relaxing again. His pale blue eyes were fixed on the road. "To the main house," he replied in that calm, even voice that made it sound like there was no other possible destination.
Micah's brows pulled together. "Huh? Why?"
"Because that's where I usually live." A faint smile touched Clyde's lips. "Don't you want to see the mysterious Du Pont mansion? No one from outside the family has set foot there for ten years."
