Chapter 83
The dark blood that spurted from the slaver's neck made Penny blanch. She'd never seen or experienced violence firsthand. And apparently, she wouldn't have the time to come to terms with it, for Reg pushed her toward the door at the back of the dais. She stumbled along, hearing numbly the roar at her back as the bidders expressed their displeasure at the turn of events.
She still couldn't believe Reg had arrived to save her, and in the nick of time, too. And he'd married her! An event she'd love to analyze when he stopped dragging her through the maze of corridors.
"Ralph," he barked aloud. "Prepare the ship for immediate departure."
Penny didn't hear a reply and assumed Reg wore some kind of transmitter. "Are we close?" she whispered loudly.
"More or less, but I expect we'll have to fight our way on board."
"Why not teleport?" she asked as he tucked her behind him to peer around a corner.