Zubair frowned as the sound of Alexei tapping on the bars of their cages rang throughout the corridor. "That will bring soldiers, not Sera," he grunted, disappointed for a reason he couldn't actually explain.
Alexei shifted slightly and the bed under him creaked again. "Not the bars. The… thing underneath. The part they can't measure properly anymore."
Zubair went still.
"You mean us," he said.
"Yes."
Lachlan snorted. "Well, that's vague and reassuring."
Alexei exhaled slowly. "We ate. A lot. Fresh meat that was unlike anything we had ever eaten before. Enough that everything inside us changed again. You feel it. I know you do."
Zubair rolled his shoulders once. The heat under his skin flared in response, eager, pleased.
He did feel it.
More strength. More pressure. More… reach.
