“Wanna see what I can do?”
“No,” Lye replies without looking up. They’re far from the watching eyes of the hospital, so Miranda has let Clarke out for some exercise. Lye just wants to read and work on his tan.
Lye closes his book around his finger and looks up. “Do you know how similar you two are?”
Clarke sends his fist into the trunk of the thickest oak in the grove. The sound of splintering wood rips the air. He pulls his hand back and watches Lye expectantly. The tree topples.
Clarke grins. “I’m strong.”