“I’m going to kill that damn pirate!” Koorgan snarled as he came into their living quarters later that evening.
“What did Ashure do now?” she laughed as she adjusted the earring she had just stuck through her ear.
“He is a conniving, thieving…,” Koorgan growled, shaking the bag with the mirror in it.
Ruth fought back her chuckle at the sound of exasperation in Koorgan’s voice. She raised an eyebrow and wondered what could possibly have happened this time. It had already taken all day to restore order to the palace.
“That is what pirates are, love,” she dryly reminded him as she walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“He took the mirror. I’ve been carrying around a damn snack tray all day,” he grudgingly admitted.
Ruth twisted and watched Koorgan tip the bag. A small silver
