“I can do this myself,” I tell him. “I’m gonna do this myself.” I look between them. “Appreciation, really, but you all should kick back and have a happy Thursday. I’ll give you a detailed report on what went down. Cool?” “No,” Akara says with crinkled brows, like I’ve hopped in Luna’s spaceship and flown away. I wish. “It’s not cool. It’s actually uncool.”
