I slammed my cup down, liquid sloshing onto the counter. "Pass. Port. Is what? For big shiny bird in sky?"
Rohan's lips compressed into a thin line. "This isn't a joke. Get focused on this assignment and your role in it."
"Don't worry," I sneered. "I'll be the picture of adoration."
"Yeah, I'm already feeling the love."
I curled my fingers around the mug, the heat from the coffee seeping through the ceramic. Fucking, fleeing, and fighting, oh my. I'd rather have lions, tigers, and bears.
"Have a good flight." That was the second time in as many weeks that I'd uttered that phrase to cut off a loaded conversation with Rohan.
I brushed past him, taking the coffee with me.