Micah walked back toward the auction hall, the faint click of his heels blending into the low hum of conversation around him. His gaze moved calmly across the room, but beneath that composed surface, his mind was alert and calculating.
As Darcy had texted earlier, he spotted Noas almost immediately.
The man stood near the edge of the hall, half-hidden beside a decorative column, his posture casual but his eyes sharp. He was speaking to someone, head slightly tilted, one hand tucked into his pocket as if he had nothing better to do than socialise. Micah narrowed his eyes just a fraction. That young man had the unmistakable air of someone pretending not to watch while watching very carefully.
Micah adjusted his expression and started toward him, steps light and unhurried, when someone suddenly stepped into his path.
