“Bellhop service. Groovy.” Her tone was still deadpan, and her expression blank. Frost couldn’t even look her in the eye—which meant he had to know that what he’d done was wrong. Or, probably likelier, he had never anticipated having to face her again. Not that this would lead to him suffering any consequences—men like him typically didn’t. Regardless, her presence made him visibly uncomfortable and had been as much a surprise to him as it was to her. She’d have to be content with the little things bringing her a little joy.
There wasn’t much else in these compounds that would offer her any.
Just seeing his face was enough to fan the flames of rage that were crackling in her veins, but she knew the cost of disobedience. As much as she wished she could thumb her nose to just this one individual Handler, it could lead to more destruction than she was capable of containing. So, when he beckoned, she followed, even as her feet felt heavier and leaden with every step she took.
“Your expectations are for us to perform,” she repeated. “Naturally. As opposed to what, exactly? I wasn’t aware you guys gave us another option.” Jade kept to his back, not even attempting to fall into step with him. The less she had to look at his grim, severe expression—the better. “So no attempting to create a portal to knock you into the middle of the Atlantic. Got it.”