When She Belongs (Risdaverse, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

“Hi.” I take a few steps forward, ignoring the unpleasant glare that Jerrok is sending in my direction. “I thought I’d introduce myself.” “Why? Do I look like I’m interested in human cunt? Spreading your legs isn’t going to convince me one way or another.” I recoil, shocked at his abrasiveness. “Jesus Christ, I just came to say hello. Do you have to be such an asshole?” “How’s being nice working out for you, human?” he sneers.

Fuck ok

I hesitate for a moment and then look around for Sleipnir. He paces around the hall, sniffing along the cracks I just cleaned, and then paws at one. I move forward, curious, and peer at the narrow space between the door and the hallway that's a handspan wide. I thought it was a slot for more bots, but Sleipnir seems very interested in it. I put my hand in—and touch cool metal. I pull out a long-handled freestanding broom, shiny and chromatic, and Sleipnir's ears perk up. "You," I scold, even as I screw the bottom of the broom off. "Such a naughty baby, aren't you? You smelled all that metal and wanted a snack." I pull the long handle off of the broom and hold it out for Sleipnir. His powerful jaws immediately crunch around it and he races down the hall with his prize, no doubt off to find a bed where he can slobber on it in private.

Sleipnir is just smarter than you and found a clue

"You mesakkah aren't much in a fight. How did we lose the war if—" I snarl, and with a mighty heave, rip my arm free of the last of its moorings. With the weight of my body, I spin around, using the now-dead prosthetic as a club and slam it into my attacker's face.

wtf lmao