Chapter Ten
Barrack looked up when his brother stepped into the kitchen, then went back to studying the food packaging. He wished there was a way to retrieve the food replicator from their ship. He turned the package over, trying to decipher how to prepare the food by the images.
“We should have learned how to read our mate’s language. This makes no sense to me,” he grumbled.
Brogan looked over his shoulder and wiggled his nose in distaste. “It was difficult enough learning to speak it. There is not enough in that package to feed one, much less three people,” he noted.
“I did not hear any screams,” Barrack casually commented. “I assume that means she is no longer afraid of us.”
Brogan chuckled and Barrack glanced at him with envy. He had sat with Delilah the first part of the night be
