Stupid, stupid, stupid. No wonder Clover had the need to punish him more often than not, he couldn’t have a conversation with Manning without saying things he was supposed to keep secret from all humans. When humans found out what they could do with guns, they usually found some way to exploit it.
And telling Manning he didn’t need to eat like humans did was even worse, it was sensitive information. Clover would skin him alive. Again.
Hush looked at the buildings surrounding them—soulless concrete blocks with windows like unseeing eyes. Shivering, he glanced at Manning. How could anyone live like this?
“This is your home?”
“Mm.” The bereft look on his face had Hush’s stomach knotting. He placed his hand on top of Manning’s.
“We’ll find him.”
“You think?” His voice was raspy and thick
