Micah couldn't get to his private room speedily enough.
He walked with sharp and brisk strides like there were burning coals beneath his feet, threatening to wreck his expensive moccasins.
Even though his heart wouldn't stop its anxious cadent thuds, he felt mellow with mirth.
Finally, King would be out of his way and life. That proud guy had been a lingering pest in his mind since the first time they met in person.
Scratch that, King had been a growing dilemma in Micah's head since he knew about his existence.
Micah wouldn't acknowledge this out loud, because he was too scornful to do so, but King was a colossal headache for him.
A rival in everything Micah coveted and an opponent he wanted dead. Every time they came in proximity, Micah always felt like King could read through h
