Kova was pacing the enclosed space of his study. He was starting to get worried. Not that he had expected less, from how angry she was; he would be lucky if she spoke to him in a week. However, even the knowledge of this could not stop him from being agitated.
He had lost count of the number of times he had called her after dawn. It was afternoon now and he had called her at least five. He wished she would be picked and be mean to him as usual but he guessed he really crossed the line this time.
He didn't doubt that she would return his call, the problem was how long did she intend to keep him in silence. He sat down beside the only table in the study. He wished she would pick so they could talk about this, so he could explain himself.
The fact that she didn't even care to confront him
