Rohan ripped my surgical cap off. "Getting a jump on the day?"
I shook out my curls, calming my beating heart. "I'm bringing my C game. It's like my A game but bigger and more supple."
His eyes darted down to my boobs.
I pushed him off. "Are you following me?"
"Yes."
I blinked, not expecting him to be honest about it. "Well quit it, stalker. I have work to do."
"Can't let anything happen to my partner before we retrieve the spine."
I wiggled all my bits, checking for damage. "We're not partners."
Rohan sat on my hood. "I'm not totally useless at this. Kinda have a lifetime of training in assessing character and making judgment calls about life or death situations."
"I don't want you making judgment calls. I want you doing what you're told."
"Right. In Nava-land, my role is 'dance, monkey, dance.'"
I beeped the fob at my car to unlock it, my fingers squeezed tight around the plastic. "Au contraire, Rohan, you have no role in Nava-land anymore."