“No!" Drake replied coldly.
“No?" Raquelle asked, sounding shocked. She hadn't been expecting that.
“No. Absolutely not. It's a suicide mission," he responded, not backing down.
“Excuse me?" Raquelle asked incredulously. She banged her fists on the table and stood up so she could meet his eyes but even that was hard since he towered over her but she didn't care.
“Listen Raquelle. I'm not letting you do this. It's crazy," he said, his voice raising little by little.
“Oh wow. I see the problem here and it's actually my bad," Raquelle said, the sarcasm dripping out her voice, “you must have misunderstood me because I missed the part where I asked for your permission."
“Raquelle be reasonable. You want to go fight Esmeralda? Are you crazy? She'll kill you," Drake yelled, angry that
