Chapter 128: A Week's Wages

Zurian was a soldier and he'd endured primitive conditions, organs flying around, seen his fellow warriors die. The slop the warrior force called food ranked right up there with the worst horrors the universe had to offer.

But this thing turned his stomach. He curled his lip at the ugly, squalling, little insect on his couch.

"Quiet, useless human," he snarled at it. He wanted to present Julia with a pleasing girl child. Not this foul-smelling, noisy creature. "I can't think with its noise in my ear." He picked it up with two fingers, holding it by its foot. "I'll kill this one and get her another one. This foul-smelling noisy creature is defective. There are plenty left at the baby place," he told Zacar and lengthened his claw.

A shriek behind him stopped him.

The leader's breeder stormed forward and grabbed the screaming, useless little human.