“Absolutely not,” Saylor sputters indignantly. “Roan will be leaving here in a wheelchair, or not at all.” Silence greets her declaration, followed closely by Kash doubling over, laughing his ass off. “This is going to be good,” Kade ribs, rubbing his hands together giddily. Oh, ye of little faith. If there’s anyone who can get Ro to do their bidding, it's the five-foot-two spitfire stomping away, looking for someone in charge to give her marching orders to. And like the good little soldiers we are, we’ll fall in line without complaint.
