She huffed. "Oh you don't think those two don't talk between themselves? They're probably doing it right now in the pub while we're out here. Don't be so bloody naive," Minerva replied.
Jerking her arm back, she broke off the connection. "I did it for Ben. I didn't want to show up and act like a complete bitch that I am," she sneered.
Minerva winced when he kissed her forehead, and then stepped back. She shrugged.
"Suit yourself. But I don't respond to ultimatums. They're just a sneaky way of trying to get another person to do what they don't want to do. And I've had my fill of werewolves for now."
Minerva stared at him stonily until he walked past her down the street. She rummaged down into her bag and produced another cigarette, lighting it with the end of her wand. And she forced herself not to look behind her as Atlas walked away.