Emery blinks at me and then he’s striding toward me, a frown on his face. His hands are suddenly in my hair and he’s messing it up with a drawn-out growl, like he’s pissed at my hair and not me. And when he steps back, he pops the lollipop in and out of his mouth again, breathing heavily. “What the hell?” I gasp. “Why’d you do that?” “To make myself feel better. You look fucking human now.” I run a hand through it again and Emery eyes it and shakes his head. “Fucking droid.” “What did you call me?” I ask. “A droid. A bot. Some kind of cyborg. That’s what you are, you unfeeling asshole.”
