s**t! If the man was going to his room, Spencer would be in big f*****g trouble if he was still there. “Please Gods, let him have finished.” Throg begged, to no one but himself and the gods who might be listening.
Shit! Rushing towards the stairs, he hissed, “Torro, Groth, I need you to ground zero. Nas, stay down here and make sure no one follows us upstairs.”
Taking the steps two at a time, Throg made it to the third floor, leading to the room Spencer was currently occupying, trying to gather the needed intel on the hate groups trying to destroy the Nakaka, and as much as Throg knew that information was needed, it wasn’t worth the risk to his Viata and unborn chickpea.
Running quickly, Throg saw someone talking with Tumm. The man looked as if he was flirting with Tumm, and Throg d
