"You have been shedding tears and staring at that timepiece for over an hour. Are you awaiting somewolf?" Mr. Tiger asked as he continued trailing two of his fingers along her upper arm.
Emma sniffed softly and kept her gaze fixed ahead, though she was not truly seeing anything. If only he understood how irritating his touch felt against her skin, he would have withdrawn his hand from her form immediately.
"Ignore my massive frame. I am the gentlest wolf you will ever encounter," he grinned, only to close his mouth again when she gave him no response.
"How long will you continue gazing into nothingness? Well, I am a patient wolf; I will wait," he said, reclining on the resting bed, placing his hands beneath his head.
"Mr. Tiger," a young she-wolf who had just entered the chamber called. Mr. Tiger turned his head toward her.
"Mrs. Nazar wishes to speak with you."
"She is not yielding; I do not know what troubles her," he replied, ignoring the she-wolf's message.
