Page 79 of Bitten By Desire
“Well, I do.” She pulled out her phone and started reading me the number.
“Why do you have it?”
“I asked him for it when he stopped by the house earlier…”
“Did you let him inside?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“You’re not supposed to invite vampires into your house, Zoey!”
“That’s not a thing.”
It most definitely was. I think I’d seen it in a movie. Or a show or something. God, we were all going to die. I pressed the call button.
“Put it on speaker,” Zoey hissed.
I pulled the phone down from my ear and hit the speaker button. Okay, I was going to go with the jar opening thing. I always had trouble opening jars. It would be an easy lie.
It rang, and rang, and rang.
Please pick up. I need jar help!
It rang once more and finally went to voicemail. “Crap.”
“He’s probably busy butchering Bennett,” Zoey said.
“That’s not helpful!”
She shook her head. “Now we’re never going to figure out how big his dick was.” Zoey sighed like not knowing the length of Bennett’s penis was the travesty. And not the fact that he was most likely dead.
I ignored her and looked back down at my phone. “Um…Zoey?”
“Yeah?”
Shit.God, what had we just done? “It’s recording a voicemail.”
“What?!” She grabbed the phone from me. “Make it stop!”
It was too late. She’d already said that she thought Theo was a murderer and that she wanted to measure Bennett’s cock.
We both just stared at each other.
I reached out and hit the call end button.
“Why did you do that?!” she shrieked. “If we waited there may have been a thing where we’d talked too long and then it would ask us if we wanted to re-record.”
“I didn’t know that was a thing!”
“Now we’re going to be murdered next!”
I shook my head. “I don’t know when it started recording. Maybe it only caught us talking about Bennett’s penis.”
“Or it recorded all of it. And now Theo will know we think he butchers people. He’ll come for us next to silence us.”
“Then there’s no reason to delay the inevitable. Maybe we can at least save Bennett before Theo comes for us.”
Zoey shook her head. “Emma…”
