“Could you please relay to him that I’d like to speak with him as soon as he’s not preoccupied?”
There was a pause. “I’ll do that.”
“And please have him specify when he’s going to come speak with me.”
“Oh, I imagine he’ll be preoccupied for some time.”
“Will he be preoccupied for another hour?”
“Perhaps longer than that,” she said lightly. I could only imagine her coils squirming in discomfort.
“Two hours?”
“Er…”
I got to my feet, anger making my movements quick. “Three hours? Four? Is my status as prisoner so lowly that he doesn’t even deign to breathe the same air as me? I’m heading back to my room. You tell him, right now, that I’d like him to meet me there so we can have a proper conversation.”
Yelling felt good. I stomped back to my suite, blood pumping for what felt like the
