Ruth rolled and stretched. Her hands slid over the soft, silky covers. She felt warm and cozy in her nice little…
“What the heck?” she muttered, sitting up and investigating her new situation.
Her eyes widened when she realized that she was lying on a sponge that was covered in a rectangular piece of pink silk – and her makeshift bed was within a golden birdcage. Beyond the bars, she could see Koorgan’s head on a pillow. The cage was on the nightstand next to his bed.
“You have got to be kidding me!” she growled.
At least he didn’t hang me from the ceiling, she thought.
Pushing the covers aside, she put her feet on the floor, and saw that someone had removed her boots. She curled her toes in the fluffy rug that covered the metal floor of her cage as she slid out of the bed.
She spied
