Pakar grunted impatiently, waiting for someone to come to the door of Jadyn’s suite. She’d rung the chime twice so far; there had been a little noise inside on the second ring, but nothing else had come about of her page.
“Come on, J.T., it’s well into the afternoon…” she muttered, tapping her fingers together and ringing again. A minute later the door finally opened, presenting a rather sodden black fox dressed in only what he’d been born with.