Cheetry remained quiet. Even Dyva was left to die. How could she be any more special than that big brother? She just turned away and walked off to sit in a corner. Her action gave Beth space to lunge at the bars this time.
She wore a big grin. "Did you say 'feast'? Like eating? What are we eating? Adeen, I'm so hungry! Beating up some black flies made me so hungry!"
Adeen laughed and retreated from the bars. "Don't worry. We'll all going to have our fills. There won't be any black flies around, either. Wait for us to get all the preparations done. By then, you'll be allowed to leave the ship and eat. Why don't you all sit down like obedient kids? You know… like what Voshiem and Dyva all used to do."
"It sounds bad if you say it like that, Adeen," Fiat growled against the bars before him. He sat on the floor next to the bars, even latching at a horizontal one. His teeth ground against the special metal. "Voshiem and Dyva are already dead."
