Chapter Eleven
Koorgan ran his hands through his hair as he paced the floor of his bedroom. His attention kept straying back to the bathroom. Curling his fingers into a fist, he called himself every kind of an i***t.
He turned when he heard a knock on the door to his quarters and wavered between staying in his bedroom and answering the door. The decision was quickly made for him when he heard the outer door open and Gant called his name.
“In my bedroom,” he called.
He met Gant at the door to his room. Gant cast a critical eye over him before trying to peer behind him. Impatience coursed through him at Gant’s curiosity.
“Are you okay? You are acting – a little strangely,” Gant carefully informed him.
“Yes, no – Ruth is taking a bath,” he replied in a gruff tone.
“A bath? That must be
