“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.” “Akara—” “This isn’t up for debate. Connor called. He wants us there. We’re going. And just so you know, I would’ve fought to go if he said we couldn’t. You’re my man, Donnelly. I’m not letting you handle this alone.”
