She’s hungry.
She waited for Conrad to come back, so they could head down together and have dinner. But he hasn’t returned since he left. The sun has gone down already and it has gotten dark. She turned on the lights and waited some more.
When her stomach rumbled, she sighed. Frustrated at herself and somewhat angry at her mate. She knew she doesn’t have a good reason to be angry with him, though. She could go out and head to the kitchen. His mother might be there. But… she doesn’t want to meet anyone she’s not acquainted yet. She doesn’t want to be bombarded with questions. She doesn’t like talking much.
Resigned, she finally stood up and went towards the door. She was startled when someone knocked on it.
“Alice?” Someone called but she’s sure it wasn’t Conrad.
“Yes?” Who could
