Micah swung the pillow at Clyde again, the fabric smacking against his shoulder with a full thud. Still, it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. The more he thought about everything Clyde had done, the more irritation boiled in his chest, thick and molten, like lava ready to erupt.
First, Clyde had known he was Asena and apparently had a good laugh over it, watching him struggle to pull off the act of a girl. Then, he had the audacity to trick him into confessing he had been switched. But that was not the end of it. Not even close. He had the nerve to go after his family. And as if all that wasn't enough, he had pretended to be Aidan. Aidan!
Micah ground his teeth in anger. He could feel heat rushing to his face, his pulse throbbing against his temple. The pillow dangled in his hands now, but his glare was still as sharp as a blade.
He jabbed a finger toward the door, his voice sharp and clipped. "Get out! Go sleep downstairs. I can't stand looking at you right now!"
