*Mary*
The only sounds in the parlor are the clinking of teacups on saucers and the ticking of the clock on the black marble mantel. A young female servant has brought in the tea, and Aunt Sophie has seen to preparing and serving it. She hasn't spoken a single word since we left the Alpha’s bedchamber. I assume she is at a loss for words regarding my uncharacteristic brazen behavior.
I know that a proper she-wolf doesn't barge her way into a man's bedchamber unannounced and uninvited… or even invited for that matter. But the butler has been unwilling to provide any information regarding Stephan’s condition. And a she-wolf certainly doesn't approach a man who wears no clothing save his trousers. And she never, ever touches her fingers to his bare chest. Even though I wear kidskin gloves,
