The flex metal tentacles pulled into the wall as though they’d never been there, and soft footsteps approached where Bryant lay, outside his field of vision. Long, slender fingers threaded through and pushed back the sweaty hair at his temple. Smooth, cool skin, not metal. “My name is Serihk,” said a deep, melodic voice in Universal. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
This is a helluva entrace my voyaristic friend.
