CHAPTER HUNDRED-FOUR - Fart-Filled Brain
Seraphina's POV
I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, but why did it seem the robot was looking dead at me.
"Go away or I'd break you." I muttered. Someone had walked up to me at that point so I added. "This thing looks cheap, no?"
I didn't get a reply so I assumed Third had shrugged as he'd been doing lately, so I turned to him.
A chubby tall man with a french moustache was staring down at me with exposed teeth. A young slender girl was glued to his body, and blankly staring at me. I got out of the seat so fast.
"Huh?" The man drawled. "I wanted to ask why a kid like you was at my hotel, and then you call my robots cheap? Only one of its limbs can set you for life, bitch. "
Shit. I left where I sat and looked for Third. He was standing right over Luther who was taking his time to pick out a drink. Third made eye contact with me, then shrugged.
