This week's snippet is from my sci-fi romance, The Protector (An Outer Rim Novel). Rissa rescued two young teen girls from traffickers and taken them to her quarters above her tavern. She just returned from getting clothes for them while they bathed. Pela is the older, more defiant one; Anaris, the more frightened.
Pela broke the silence, saying, “What are you going to do with us?”
Rissa sat on the end of her bed across from them and said, “I can find transport so you can return home.”
“No,” Pela said sharply, “I won’t go back.”
Anaris looked even more frightened and whimpered, “Please don’t.”
With delicate probing, Rissa got their stories—both girls had been sold by their fathers to the traffickers—and her heart twisted for them. How could a parent not appreciate the gift of life given to them?
After Rissa reined in her anger, she said, “You have a choice where to go, what to do--nobody will force you.”
Pela stood in front of Rissa and said, “Why are you helping us—what’s in it for you?”
As always, apologies for the creative punctuation, which was done to keep within the sentence limit.
Who knew rescuing two girls from traffickers would bring down a world of hurt?
After tavern owner Rissa Dix rescues two girls from a slave ship, she must rally the townsfolk to prevent traffickers from returning. Mining heir Dillan Rusteran has loved her for years. Little do they know that by rescuing more children they're tangling with a galactic trafficking ring.
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