Chapter 338: Colours

If it wasn't for her desperation to find Noah, Susannah would've run screaming back to the farm. The outside of the oddly shaped house might gleam like a jewel in the weak autumn light, but inside it was silver. Sterile and cold. She shivered and clutched her arms around herself. Goose bumps broke out over her whole body. Everywhere she looked was that silver metal color. Even the one couch was the same color. The aliens must've made it from some silver rock. It consisted of square cut pieces to make a couch big enough for two large alien sized people. Or about four humans. She couldn't imagine sitting on such an uncomfortable thing.

Coming in behind her, unafraid of the door slicing him in two, Azagor put his arms around her and murmured something in his guttural language. The room warmed almost immediately. She wanted to ask him how such a thing was possible. But she probably wouldn't understand his an-swer.

"Everything is silver," she said softly.