Alec swiftly packed away the monster cat into its cramped cell. He couldn't really blame it for trying—and succeeding—to escape. But he did not tear his eyes away from monster Milo.
He could not look away from the hope that he had found after all this time.
All the monsters he had encountered so far, whether it be monster Milo or any of the animal ones, the one thing they had in common was the emptiness of their eyes. The windows to their souls were empty like there was no one home.
There was nothing going on in their heads.
But right now, Alec could see a faint light shimmer weakly in the depths of monster Milo's eyes.
He would have ignored it and chalked it up to being a reflection of the glowing glass bead in the ceiling if not for the fact that the monster had stopped the monster cat from tearing into him while he slept.
Clearly, monster Milo was different from other monsters and from before.
