When I took the card from her, my fingers brushed hers again. That same complicated electric sensation passed between us... with the same moment of being on tenterhooks over what was going to happen to me.
> Will you stop being so excited? It's making me judge my own feelings. Why is a female Alpha of a werewolf pack in this world so willing to even engage in the merest idea of her fated mate being another she-wolf. You are genderless, but we are not. Will you stop suggesting I go nuzzle her to make her feel better?! No, I am not going to nip at her so she knows not to pay attention to others. What is wrong with you? Why am I being so difficult? Is it because I'm hungry? I'd rather just go eat and then I can decide whether to actually follow her plan or not. If she'd used that tone on me, I wouldn't have had any chance. <
My wolf wags its tail... and I just know it would '
rat me out'
if it could only connect directly with hers. The rodent shifters would not be happy to learn their kind is seen as untrustworthy here.
For a long few seconds, she appears to be listening to the other person talk. But those brown eyes drift back to look at me. Like she can sense the change in my mood.
"Yes. Everything is fine. Single booking. Under my name."
The sheer effectiveness of that gaze as she speaks that way causes me to tilt my head and meet it head on. It's not important whether I feel like swooning or not - the key is that I don't!
"It's done. They'll be expecting you."
The tone changes again as she finishes the simple sounding interaction with... what I assume must be a private secretary. I take a steadying breath.
"And how exactly am I supposed to find this place? I'm good with directions. I just need the general location."
Nervously tapping the bank card against my other palm, I check on the status of the various system glyphs. Goddesses, almost every single one is pulsing...
"Seventh Avenue, just past the intersection with Lunar Drive. You won't be able to miss it."
When I let the map take over the center of my vision, almost immediately, a red marker appears. I thought it might only note this intersection she detailed, but it seems to be a little ways off from a crossroads.
Convenient. It knows where other people are talking about leading me. Is it stealing that information from their heads or somewhere else?
"I know what I said, but would you like me to arrange transportation? It's about twenty five blocks from here."
The pack leader of the Rimecoat offers - and I shake my head. There was such a thing as too much. I probably have already long crossed that, but I will not add more weight to my sins!
Nor should I let her think that continuing to push and push will make me agree.
"I've been walking for days on end. What's another hour at this point?"
Apparently, a line like that was the way to make her stop being so calm.