Page 33 of Marked By the Pack
“That’s not helpful!”
He shook his head. “What did you think I was going to say?”
“Something helpful!”
“You have tons of money. Just move somewhere else. Anywhere else.”
“How do you know how much money I have?”
“Zoey, I just told you I have access to all your shit.”
Yeah, he wasn’t being helpful at all.
“Idea. How about you move in with me.” He smiled.
“No.”
“Why not? We could stream together. I think we’d be a hit. Lots of crossover subscribers. We’ll go viral like that.” He snapped his fingers.
“Grudge.”
“Besides, I know you dream about me. You moan my name in your sleep. I’m offering you the real thing.”
“I absolutely do not.”
He smiled.
And for the first time ever, I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. Did I moan his name in my sleep? “Liar.”
“If you say so. But my offer stands. You really gotta get out of town.”
I didn’t want to leave Crooked Point. I loved it here. “I’m going to go talk to someone more helpful.”
“I’m wounded,” he said.
“Don’t watch me.”
“Ah, Zoey, you’re breaking up. I can’t hear you.” He made a static noise with his mouth. “What did yousay?” He made another static noise. And then he clicked out of our session.
I shook my head and went back to my main page. I blew a kiss to my subscribers and clicked into a private session with King.
Today he was in his library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves and a roaring fireplace as his backdrop. But I was a little more focused on the fact that he was wearing just his Anubis mask and a satin robe. I liked him like this. When he was more relaxed.
I was already picturing the things he could do to me with the sash of his robe. But I wasn’t going to get a chance to find out. Because I was about to ruin this session.
“Please tell me you found out more information about vampires. It’s really important, King.”
He took a sip of his scotch and then set it down. He leaned forward slightly and stared at me through the screen.
“Please,” I said again. I shifted so I was sitting on my knees. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” I ran my fingers up my thigh, remembering Otto’s fingers there earlier. I swallowed hard.
“There’s only one thing I want.”
I kept running my fingers up my thigh.
“The truth.”
Wait, what?
