Inside the room, Micah was alone with Silas. The air felt heavier without Darcy's presence. Micah's mind, still fogged from pain and exhaustion, began to piece together fragments of what had happened. He remembered the street, the fight, the fall.
He guessed, with a dread, that Silas had been the one who found him. Of course. Silas was a doctor. And he knew Micah was the Ramsy heir. That status alone might explain why he had bothered. But if Silas's intention had been to help, why not call an ambulance? Why bring him here, to this unfamiliar, suffocating place?
Right. Silas didn't care about him. He probably wanted to drag Darcy here, collecting some brownie points.
Micah's mouth felt dry. His tongue darted over cracked lips, moistening them just enough to speak, but he couldn't bring himself to thank the man. Even so, when he finally lifted his gaze toward Silas, he nearly flinched.
