Clyde sat at the long dining table, his back straight, one hand loosely wrapped around a warm teacup. The soft aroma of Ceylon tea drifted up from the cup, but he barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on his phone screen. Nothing. No new message from Micah/Asena/RogueOverlord. The last message was from more than a week ago. The day he had figured out Micah's identity and WeChat account. And what was about? Micah praised Aidan Wilson.
Clyde let out a slow breath, jaw tightening. He didn't want to admit it, but the silence was starting to bother him. Maybe even more than he liked to admit. After Micah's last message, Clyde had been annoyed, a bit angry even. So he hadn't replied. Those emotions had been a surprise. It had been a long time since he had really felt anger, irritation, or disappointment… but that boy had managed to stir it all with a single text.
Clyde had tossed the phone aside at that time, not replying. But there was no news from Micah either after that.
