August 1st excerpt:
“Feel like talking, yet, bug?” he spat, in a low voice that he knew was threatening. Indeed, he smirked when Bowman shivered involuntarily.
“Human, you ran out of things for us to talk about before you even got here,” Bowman shot back. He should have known to brace himself, but when one of those boots lashed out and kicked the cage several feet, he reasoned that it wouldn’t have mattered.