"It's not about being cute Bentley!" she snapped at him, running her hands through her hair restlessly.
When he pulled away from her, turned away, she felt a coolness that seemed foreign to her and completely out of place in the African heat. "Fine. Whatever. No- I'll apparate." That's how it was going to be then- just- whatever. She was a fool to even come here with him. They were only friends as long as no one pointed out mummy's faults.
"You're going to miss your guide," she told him coldly.