She nearly crumpled up Ben's letter and threw it into the fire after reading the first line. Minerva was that annoyed. How dare Atlas go to her mate's home! Ben was her bloody friend...
Exhaling slowly, Minerva counted backwards from twenty and when that didn't work, tried from fifty until she felt in control of her temper.
Ben,
Atlas can do whatever the fuck he likes, but just remember that you were my mate first. I don't know what he's trying to prove to get in your good graces, but in case he failed to mention that during our fight he basically insinuated that I was a tramp that chucked blokes into the bin when I was done with them - you should know that.
I still want to meet Ronan and be with the two of you, so I'm refusing to let all of this silliness get in the way of our plans. When did you want to get together? Tonight? Please, as I could go for a drink - or several.
As far as Atlas is concerned, he can do whatever. I'm past caring at this point.