Isle of the Pirates
Ashure leaned over and brushed a kiss across Tonya’s lips. She sleepily murmured and rolled over onto her back before blindly reaching up and cupping his cheek. He tenderly smiled as he looked down into her sleep-filled eyes.
“Are you leaving already?” she murmured in a voice still thick with sleep.
“Yes, love. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back to you,” he affectionately teased.
She scooted backward until she was leaning against the headboard. “Do you have the sword that Magna enchanted?” she asked.
“Yes, it is safely hidden,” he replied.
“Do you have the mirror and the bag I packed for you?” she continued, pushing her tangled hair back from her face.
Ashure chuckled and gave her a lingering kiss. “I have everything. Food, clothing, swords, the magic
