Kayla glared at him and dropped her bag on the floor. “Okay, this has gone far enough. I’ve allowed you to follow me around because, quite frankly, I had too much other stuff going on to give a damn. But I don’t need or want a babysitter, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you follow me out of the towers. I won’t be responsible for what happens to you out there. So back off and sit your a*s down.”
Brant raised an eyebrow. “My apologies, Kayla. I know you’re upset, but I swore an oath to protect you. I cannot allow you to leave without me.”
Kayla’s eyes narrowed at his choice of words. Allow? Seriously? f**k that. She wasn’t going to allow anyone to stop her from leaving. “This is your last warning. I don’t feel like dealing with this s**t right now, but I could definitely handle kick
