The man went silent, his eyes a dim gold.
After more bickering and boring nonsense, the conference would end only for them to have to go to a dinner soon afterwards. Azrael's hand would occasionally linger and wander along her thigh, she would stiffen and growl only causing him to continue his teasing much to her dislike. She'd swat his hand next time. Once the conference ended, Drizella had decided to go use the restroom while Azrael finished up signing a few documents with the former alphas.
She walked to the restroom, her strides long despite her small stature. Once her bladder was emptied and her face refreshed she stepped out of the small bathroom and prepared to head back the way she came.
Her heels now lightly clicked against the marbled floor as she made her way down the corrido
