Chapter 612

• A woman. They’d sent a woman to watch him. Griffin was so surprised; all he could do was watch her. Of course, staring at her without pause made him feel even more awkward about it, so he did it from various positions in his space, hoping it was less obvious. The window reflection, sitting and appearing to glance around, even laying on his side on the cot.
• He wasn’t used to being around females, and definitely not alone with one. Thirty-three years and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d had a conversation with a woman. Did ten to fifteen words count as a conversation? He wasn’t sure.
• She was tall for a female, at least she appeared to be from this perspective. She hadn’t come near his cage, so he wasn’t one hundred percent on his guess of her height. She wasn’t talkative as he thought girls to be, but he had no real-life data to corroborate that observation, only hearsay from other males. His father, his brother, and all his human lackeys had made sure Griffin wasn’t near any of the females alone, ever. The few times he’d managed it, whether, through their lapse in judgment or his own, it hadn’t been under normal circumstances. Most females he’d been around were being held against their will and the women in those instances had been captives of the sick deprived individuals that in his opinion were lower than parasites on the scale of evolution. There hadn’t been conversation, only fear—of him and human women that didn’t shift; he’d only seen briefly in passing. It wasn’t like he went to social functions.