The orange liquid that came out of it was quite a surprise, but she was feeling so sticky and sweaty, she didn’t doubt getting under the warm stream.
The water felt so good, she allowed herself to stay there more than she usually did, and she looked for some kind of soap and found a bottle with a whitish liquid that resembled a lot like soap. She tried it on, pouring some in her fingers and when it created foam, she decided to use it. A few minutes later, she was out of the shower wearing the clean tunic and feeling a lot better than she did a few hours ago.
She wanted to see Eleanor, she needed to be sure her friend was really here and that she was safe, at least for now. She had no idea what the future held for any of them, but knowing she was safe somehow made things easier.
She paced her room for a while, trying to decide what to do when the swishing sound of the door announced a visit.
“You could knock, don’t you think?” she protested when she saw him coming in.
“Perhaps I could, but I really don’t see why I should,” he replied, in a sassy tone, leaning against the closed door.
She pursed her lips and snorted. “Do you have a name?” she asked, suddenly realizing she had no idea who he was, other than he had bought them all.
“Yes, I have a name,” he nodded but didn’t provide it.
“Is it that ugly you don’t share it with others?” she asked, arching her eyebrows.
He chuckled. “That’s for you to judge, don’t you think? I’m Asgar, Captain of this vessel and head of the War Council, back home,” he explained.
“I see,” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“What about you? What’s your name?”
“I’m Sasha O’Donnell,” she replied, in a cold tone as she approached him a little bit. “When can I see my friend?” she asked.
“She’s still sedated.”
“I just want to see her,” she insisted.
“You don’t trust my word.” It wasn’t a question.
“And that surprises you? Would you, if you were in my place?” she asked him, in a sarcastic tone.
He nodded granting her reason. He stepped away from the door and stretched his hand out to her. “Come, I’ll take you to the infirmary to see her,” he offered.
Sasha looked at his hand and considered to ignore it. She didn’t want to touch him. Not because he disgusted her, quite the opposite. Each time he touched her, strange things happened to her body. She couldn’t remember last time she had felt this attracted to someone and that didn’t please her at all. This wasn’t a moment to think of her primal needs. This was a time to fight for her life and her freedom.
Taking a deep breath, she rested her hand on his, determined to ignore anything she might feel.
But it was easier said than done. The moment her hand touched his, she was able to feel the jolt of energy that rushed through her arm and spread through her whole body.
‘Damn man.’
With a wicked smile, he guided her out of the room, through the dim lit hallways. The place was a real labyrinth, and she was sure she would get lost easily. The hallways all looked alike; there was nothing different to help you figure out where you were.
Find out more about T.J. Quinn
or