My hand ran
angrily
across the silk over my stomach. I wonder if my transmigration
broke
something in this body?
Humans may be a little
insatiable
, but wolves should be better with
hunger
than this. Werewolves, even still.
"I... think I’d prefer to eat, if that’s possible."
"Absolutely. I may join you, if that’s alright - nowhere more important to go dine this evening. Do you have something in mind?"
Choices
. She gives the person who has been in the city less than a
single day
... freedom of choice.
> I’m starting to think she is testing just how ignorant I am. But who we are inside is more important to protect, is it not? What do you think, will you keep me healthy for the child? Vrika... could I possibly be dumber than I think I am? Don’t answer that. If that is your smug face, I would ask you to quit it before I... I fill the place with ground black pepper! <
I am not
jealous
of what is clearly a long and professional relationship between the equivalent of this world’s
merchant barons
and a... a mere...
"How long until the food arrives, did you say?"
"Almost certainly less than a half hour. Shall I show you what I’ve selected so far?"
She gestured to several items draped where she left them when showing concern during my
system-induced distraction
. As she spread them out on a nearby counter for me to glance at, my
focus
drifted.
My mind circled,
spiraled
, floated, and wondered - just how many more connections to the powerful, white haired woman would I uncover before this
single day
was through.
And why that thought didn’t
irritate
me nearly as much as it would have
right after
meeting her.