Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Worldwide Creep
Seraphina's POV
"So, what's the name, little one?"
This young man had an annoying voice—one I didn't want to hear for long. Couldn't he just drive away instead of trying to talk to a stranger?
"Nunya," I muttered, keeping my eyes on the road, waiting for the right moment to cross.
He towered over me, and I kept my hands down, ready to block or reciprocate any attack.
"Indian?" he asked foolishly.
Did he really think Nunya was a name? He just ruined my joke. "Rogue-ian. Leave me alone."
He chuckled, and I wondered what was so funny.
He took off his sunglasses to wipe a tear, which made me question why he'd laugh so hard that he cried—it wasn't that funny.
"So, little Nunya is a young rogue. It doesn't fit you, to be honest." He tucked his sunglasses into his back pocket.
