Chapter 12
Diana's mind spun. Things had happened so rapidly. Only seconds ago, she'd watched Kor running for her, his face grim and his eyes flashing. A moment later, she found herself in a dank room that smelled bloody awful. Her captor let go of her, and Diana rubbed her arms where he'd gripped her, trying to erase the slimy feel of his touch. Diana looked about frantically for a place to run-any kind of refuge-but found herself surrounded by loud, hulking creatures. The crew of dubious origin-although judging by some of their porcine features, she could guess-leered and grunted at Diana. The unpleasant aroma of unwashed alien and something even more rancid tickled her nose as they swarmed around her. The foulness in the air made her stomach churn.