Ashure Waves, better known as the King of the Pirates, stared at the woman sitting in the chair completely engrossed in the paperwork Koorgan had handed her. He had noticed her immediately when she walked down the corridor next to Koorgan. It would have been impossible to ignore her. She was different from the other women in the way she dressed, the way she walked, and the way she looked. She had the same mystique that Drago and Orion’s mates had. He could tell that she was not from any of the Seven Kingdoms.
“Who is she?” the pirate Bleu LaBuff asked.
“I don’t know, but I plan to find out. Keep Koorgan distracted,” Ashure instructed.
LaBuff glanced at where the other four pirate captains were speaking with Koorgan, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t look happy, but LaBuff would do as he was
