Avery stood close beside Finn, he still held her hand and she was glad. The two men that were on board now, if you could call them men, looked more dangerous than anything she'd ever seen. Their eyes glowed purple, their nails were sharp as claws, they wore only pants, their upper bodies covered in scales. The worse thing was that they seemed to be focused on her, not Finn.
"Gentlemen," Finn said. "Welcome on board. I would like an audience with your leader, Bray."
"I am Bray." One of them said, his purple gaze still locked on Avery. "You've come to die then." He said it as a statement, not a question and Avery felt Finn stiffen. "Or did you bring us something that would be worth letting you live?" His voice was soft, but halting like he didn't speak often and had to think about what h
