Sanctuary
Part 4
Zack studied this strange woman while he ate. She was beautiful with violet eyes and long ebony hair. Yet there was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Mic.. . Melanie. Melanie Hadley" she stammered.
"I better get this stuff back to the kitchen" she said as she picked up the tray and hurried from the room.
"That was real smooth," she thought, "now he is really going to be suspicious. How am I going to get him out of here without giving myself away? I don't know why I risked everything to help a perfect stranger anyway. Oh why couldn't one of my flaws be a lack of conscience?"
Back in the bedroom Zack was pondering his predicament.
"It seems safe enough here for the moment," he thought, "but she is definitely hiding something and I intend to find out what it is. Why would she help a perfect stranger without getting something in return?"
After working up her courage Melanie decided to reenter the lion's den.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Nothing I can't handle" he replied.
As she reached over him to straighten his blankets he grabbed her arm. She froze and slowly raised her eyes to meet his.
Part 4
Zack studied this strange woman while he ate. She was beautiful with violet eyes and long ebony hair. Yet there was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Mic.. . Melanie. Melanie Hadley" she stammered.
"I better get this stuff back to the kitchen" she said as she picked up the tray and hurried from the room.
"That was real smooth," she thought, "now he is really going to be suspicious. How am I going to get him out of here without giving myself away? I don't know why I risked everything to help a perfect stranger anyway. Oh why couldn't one of my flaws be a lack of conscience?"
Back in the bedroom Zack was pondering his predicament.
"It seems safe enough here for the moment," he thought, "but she is definitely hiding something and I intend to find out what it is. Why would she help a perfect stranger without getting something in return?"
After working up her courage Melanie decided to reenter the lion's den.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Nothing I can't handle" he replied.
As she reached over him to straighten his blankets he grabbed her arm. She froze and slowly raised her eyes to meet his.