Chapter Eight
“You know, when I said you needed to find a bride, I honestly never expected you to find one like this,” Kapian stated, leaning back against the wall.
“It isn’t like I have a choice in the matter. You heard Magna,” Orion bit out, growling when he realized he had buttoned his vest wrong.
“Yes, the fine print,” Kapian replied with a nod and a grin.
Orion shot a glare at his friend. “The very, very fine print. Have you ever seen a woman with hair the color of fire coral before?” he asked.
“Naturally? No. I have seen a few on the Isle of the Pirates, but it was more orange. I wonder where she came from?” Kapian asked, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression.
“When were you on the Isle of the Pirates?” Orion asked in surprise.
Kapian shook his head. “A few weeks ago.
