Chapter 135: Roe’s POV

Never in all my years of life did I think I’d be stuck trying to reason with a group of bald-headed, obese, stinky, and ungrateful wart-nosed old men.

But here I was, sitting across from one who for reasons known only to whatever cruel force governed the universe, kept grinning at me despite the severity of the situation.

Not a polite grin either.

Pig.

I resisted the urge to bare my teeth.

Nyra had probably peeled her side burns off by now from how much she ...