“What’s going on over here?” Hron asked angrily.
Petree opened his mouth to speak, but Spencer jumped in before the man could. He needed to cause a scene. It was the only way to get those prints, and as much as Spencer hated the attention, he had little choice if he was going to get into Tumm’s computer. “This cretin, is insulting Petree, that’s what.”
“I did no such—”
“Don’t even give us your bullshit,” Spencer snapped, then said in a high-pitched tone, “How does a Nakaka go about losing his wings? Why would the gods bless you when you don’t represent us?” Spencer felt Throg next to him, as he asked, “What the f**k do you call that if not rude and insulting?”
Hron gave a low growl as he wrapped his arm around his Viata, “Is this true? Did you insult my Viata?”
“What’s going on o
