Page 12 of Marked By the Pack
I laughed again. I knew it wouldn’t take Grudge a couple of hours to hack her phone. More like a few minutes.Wait.Since when had he hacked into the smart technology in my house? I really needed to ask him about that…
“Who is this random text from?” Emma squinted at me.
“How should I know?”
“You definitely know. You laughed at it, whereas I’m completely freaked out.”
“You’d think you’d be less freaked out about stuff ever since you started dating a vampire.”
“Don’t deflect.” Emma kept staring at me when I didn’t tell her who the text was from. “He called you his girl.”
I ignored her and pulled off my leather bunny mask. And my black wig. “Do you want some wine? I want to hear all about your night.”
“No.”
Uh oh. I felt like if she was turning down a midnight drink I was probably in trouble or something. I smiled. “Why, did you break all my wine glasses too?”
“Zoey,” she said sternly.
“Emma,” I said back.
She walked over and grabbed the mask and wig I’d tossed on the couch. “Bullshit on you trying out a new look. You love being a blonde.”
She really had me there.
“And you hate covering your face because it’s so beautiful.”
Facts. “Speaking of which, are you doing something new with your skin care regime?”
“Did you just sayregime?”
“Yeah.”
“It’sregimen.”
I laughed. “I don’t think so. Spill all the deets on what you’re doing differently while I grab us some wine.”
She caught my arm before I could wander into the kitchen. “Something weird is going on. And I know it. The lights. The weird text. The nudity. The wig. The mask.”
Damn, that was a lot of things.Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I’d kept it a secret from her for so long. Probably because she was a really deep sleeper.
“Spill it, Zoey.”
“Gah, fine. I have a MyFanatics account.”
“That porn site?” She looked horrified.
“No, that’s a common misconception. It’s an account where fans pay to see pictures of me. And a livestream a few nights a week. And sometimes they pay me to go into private sessions and I do whatever they want.”
“Like…sex stuff.”
“Mostly. Some guys just like to talk.” Which really was suspicious. What was Elias’ end game here?
“That’s porn, Zoey.”
“No, it’s definitely not. It’s more of a cam girl situation. Regardless, it’s my job.” I shrugged. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I don’t want you to think I’m ashamedof my profession or anything. I’m absolutely not. I just like the thrill of sneaking around.”
“That’s not your profession. You’re a personal fitness instructor.”
