Two days later, much stronger and desperate to escape, Rose went through the dwelling in search of a weapon. She moaned out loud. She was even speaking like him now, calling this place their dwelling.
He held her in his arms all night, and that was seductive comfort after years of being alone. And he slept naked and his body was dangerously sexy. She had to get away because, more and more, she forgot he was the enemy.
Only the thought of the fifty little warriors that leader alien had threatened her with, kept her head in the right place. Not that Zanr would let her forget. He'd talk about how they should maybe have more than fifty. She shuddered. No matter how sexy the alien was, and there had to be something seriously wrong with her to find him attractive, she was not birthing fifty babies. Hence the search for a weapon.