April 8th excerpt:
After the thick glass clunked against the table beneath Logan, it didn’t take long to catch up. He pushed himself to his feet in spite of the adrenaline twitching through him, and planted his hands against the wall of glass around him.
There were some spots on it here and there from water droplets left the last time it was washed, but it was clean. It warped the view of the room.
“Hey! Fucking let me out of here!” he demanded, scowling through the dismay. His voice echoed so strangely in that tiny, clear chamber.
Brothers Apart 