The winter sky over Isatis City had been a dull sheet of pale grey the entire morning, like a lid pressed down over the world. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of Clyde's penthouse, the skyline looked muted and distant, the buildings softened by thin mist. The city below moved as usual, cars flowing through intersections, pedestrians bundled in coats, but inside the apartment, the air felt still and heavy.
Having finally shaken the Ramsy family off his back, for now at least, Micah found himself facing a different kind of obstacle.
He sat cross-legged on the wide cream-colored sofa, socks brushing against the plush surface, elbows resting on his knees. Across from him, Clyde stood near the window, hands in his pockets, shoulders stiff. His reflection in the glass looked sharper than usual, jaw set, brows drawn together.
"So?" Micah tilted his head slightly, pretending to be relaxed. "Do you have time to tag along or not?"
