The walk back to the motel was
longer
than I remembered. Or perhaps it just felt that way with my mood still
soured
.
"Or it’s just all the heavy bags."
Imposing,
vaulted ceilings
and lanes of high shelving filled with books and books had ultimately been a monument... to
disappointment
.
Upon entry there had been a
security checkpoint
. When explaining to the older woman behind the desk that I wanted to come inside and read, I was asked for my ’library card’.
Her
glasses
had been
perched
on her nose like a barrier between us - as much as the security guard, ’metal detector’, and ’turnstyle’ had been.
She hadn’t even looked up from her computer as she explained how
exactly
to obtain one. When I was made to realize that there was
no way
for me to do so!
After that, I’d only stood there off to the side,
dumbfounded
as the next person in line pushed past me. By scanning their rectangle of plastic and starting to pay some sort of
penalty
.
> What is with this world and cards? Business, bank, library, identification, even the grocer and the place I just ate at both wanted to sign me up for a rewards card! Sorry, Vrika, but I don’t think I could happily use your past partner’s name for something like that. Even if this was her body, I need to stay being called Citra. Ready yourself. Perhaps this is how Alphas operate in this world. Tracking you down, scaring the hells out of you, and then just stalking away without approaching... Your Alpha seems to be an experienced stalker. And you think there is no danger to me... <
My wolf practically pranced in circles in my mindscape, yipping as if it could be heard by the woman I stare down at.
"Are you following me after all that you said?"
The tone I used demanded an
answer
. Not at all in the mood to bother
hiding
my agitation.
Because I was
very agitated
. Thinking about how I looked, what she thinks, why I care, and all sorts of
very annoying things
.