"No, because I'm the one with rank. If you do want to be an agent when you graduate, you're going to have to learn to follow orders, even when you don't like who's giving them, got it? And you can forget about that little plan - since I'm the one they sent, you're my responsibility and I sure as fuck am not going to risk your getting hurt because it will be 'more comfortable' for either of us," Conall snapped. He tried to be patient. He really did. He tried to be unassuming, non-threatening, plaintive, even. But she never gave, not even a little - never cut him a break. But now it was serious. People were actually going missing, and dying. She needed to quit acting like a fucking princess.
"That's not going to happen." And because he was an ass right now, he used his ability to kill her phone. If she wanted to be a shit, so could he. "Now, stop whining so we can back to the school and go about our lives separately, alright?" His expression softened a little. He didn't like being the ass. But she was pushing his buttons. And he was a ginger.