Weekend Writing Warriors June 17, 2018

Happy June! It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand. He's not a slaver, and he's just saved her again from being taken by  Dev Areen--a high-ranking slaver on board the transport ship. Now that it's over, she's realizing a new emotion...
          

Last week's snippet ended with (referring to Theusand): “She had to admit it; it was affection. ”
Please forgive creative punctuation used to stay within wewriwa guidelines. We continue from there: 

And why wouldn’t she feel that for him? He was still rescuing her on a near-daily basis.  Then again, give her a gun or a damned Louisville slugger, and she’d save her own life.

At the other end of the hall, they exited through a featureless door, twin to the one they’d entered through before their stroll turned into a terror-inducing confrontation. 

While they climbed the steep, metal-grid  steps returning them to the deck above, Theusand's halting words felt weird, almost apprehensive as they popped into her mind. “Lily, we will go to the meditation room. I want to talk with you... without other ears or minds listening.”

Her legs quivered. Was it climbing stairs after months of not doing so, or was it a response to his wish to talk alone with her? Didn't matter; she had some things she wanted to talk about, too.

That ends the chapter.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!