“Have they approached you?”
“No, but they’ve been a little too close for comfort.” I look out at the trees.
“I don’t like that,” he growls.
A shiver sets my body alight, and I am not sure if it is fear or the suppressed violence in his tone. “I have to ask a favor.”
“A favor?” he asks, and I can hear the intrigue in his voice.
“I take it you’re… good with technology.”
A laugh rumbles through the phone, and I close my eyes, allowing its shivery warmth to slide through me. “I’m passable.”
“You created the Runic Network, so I’m guessing you’re good enough to find an IP address for aNexusprofile account owner.”
“I could definitely do that.” I hear his smirk. Asshole. “Who?” he asks.
“I’ll send the account now.” Going to theEverydayEmrysaccount, I send it over to him before replacing the phone to my ear.
The stranger moves, and I hear a laptop starting up before the tapping of a keyboard. “Huh. A stalker page for your headmaster? I guess you’re part of the majority who finds him dreamy.”
“What?” I ask, surprised by his tone.
“I seem to remember a conversation you had with Alice where you called himdark and dreamy,” he grumbles, an edge of jealousy lining his voice.
“You’re taking that out of context. And stop listening to my private conversations!”
I can practically hear his eyes roll through the phone. “This account has a lot of followers.” I stand and pace as he types quickly, muttering softly to himself. “Hm. I have the IP address.”
“You do?” I ask, coming to a stop.
“It’s… someone you know.”
I blink, preparing myself.
“Lucas Morningstar.”
My phone falls from my hand, and I stare straight ahead, all thoughts gone from my mind. Luke? Luke runs the stalker page for the headmaster? But?—
“Little fae? Are you still there?” I hear the stranger’s voice coming from the phone, and I pick it up, holding it to my ear. “I’m here. Sorry.”
“Surprising?”
“Fuck. Luke is… a baby.”
He laughs that sinful laugh again, and the sound slides against my nerves like warm honey. “Sounds like he has a secret life,” he says.
Is this surprising? I always kind of suspected his interests were in that direction… but a stalker page?
“You suspected?” the stranger asks, and I curse, obviously having spoken out loud instead of inside my mind.
“Kind of. Not about the stalker page, but about him being into males.”
“Why?”
“Just a vibe. Plus, he always looks at the shifter alpha’s ass when he passes, but I’ve never seen him look at a girl.”
“Huh. And it’s a secret?”