Darcy's gaze moved slowly from one face to another, lingering just long enough to make the tension turn suffocating. There was no attempt to hide the disgust that surfaced in his expression. If anything, it grew more apparent with every passing second, until it twisted into something sharp and unbearable.
He let out a quiet, humourless scoff, his upper lip curling slightly as though the mere sight of them offended him on a fundamental level.
"What were you trying to pull involving Ilyas?" he asked, his voice low but cutting, each word edged with restrained fury. "Were you hoping to gain favour by pretending to help Micah? Is that it? Trying to score some cheap brownie points?"
The accusation landed heavily in the room.
Leo blinked, clearly caught off guard, his brows knitting together in confusion as he struggled to follow the direction of Darcy's anger. "Huh? What are you even talking about?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.
