Page 122 of Marked By the Pack
“I think King is an expert. Hell, he wears an Anubis head mask during our sessions.”
I just stared at her. “What?”
“He wears this black and gold Anubis mask.”
“You’ve never seen his face? We’re going off a tip from a source that hasn’t even revealed his true identity to you?”For fuck’s sake.I took a huge sip of my wine.
“I wear a mask and wig too, Emma. It’s for anonymity. Because he’s rich. And knows things.”
I mean…he probably did have contacts if he was wealthy. “Wait, how do you even know he’s wealthy?”
“His house is amazing. And the mask thing. You only hide your identity for a variety of reasons. One being wealth. Another being you’re a cam girl.” She gestured to herself. “And King isn’t a cam girl.” She laughed and took a sip of her wine.
I laughed too. It would be funny if the guy she entertained was also a sex entertainer. Plot twist. “But seriously…he could be anyone. And clearly if he wears an Anubis mask, he has some kind of fascination with Egyptian culture. Maybe he just wants the coin for himself. For his collection or something.”
“If he wanted it himself, why wouldn’t he just go find it? And he doesn’t need it. We’re the ones with a vampire and werecat problem.”
“True.” I took another sip of wine. Honestly, all of this was starting to make sense. Or…was it? Damn, I’d already drunk half my huge glass of wine. I set it down so I could focus.
I stared down at the matching leather outfits. Callum telling me there was no cure should have made me stop holding on to hope that Zoey’s contact was correct. But at the same time, Callum calling himself a monster? If that’s how he thought about himself…he still wanted to change back. He did. And I was going to help him.
I took a deep breath. “Okay. Callum doesn’t want to be a vampire anymore. And the bank boys don’t want to be werecats. So…we’re going to rob their bank and cure all of them.”
“Now we’re talking.”
I lifted my wine glass and clinked it against hers.
Zoey smiled. “We’re going to pull the best heist ever. Quick question though. Did you sleep with my werecats?”
“Which one specifically?” I tried to hide my smile.
Her eyes grew round. “I’m asking about all of them. Wait, which ones did you sleep with?”
I laughed. “None of them. I’m just messing with you. I was terrified of them.”
“Yeah, they definitely get quite frightening when they shift. I’m a little relieved that you didn’t sleep with one of them though.”
There was a squeak of a floorboard on the stairs and then a loud bang as Kebe tumbled down the stairs.
Zoey and I both stared at Kebe sprawled out on the floor.
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so horrified about what Kebe had probably just heard.Shit! Shit, shit, shit!I’d completely forgotten that Kebe was living here! And clearly Zoey had too or we would have been talking about all of this somewhere else.
For a second we all just stared at each other. It almost looked like she was pretending like she hadn’t just fallen down the stairs. Or hadn’t been spying on us. But you fell down the stairs if you were trying to lean in closer to eavesdrop! It’s not like the floor was slippery.Gah, Kebe.
Kebe cleared her throat. “Ow. Clumsy me. I’m just going to go back upstairs…” She pushed herself up off the ground.
“Wait right there, missy,” Zoey said. “How much of that conversation did you hear?”
“Um…” Kebe’s voice trailed off of it. “Kind of like…all of it.”
“Fuck,” Zoey said.
“I’m sorry, it was just really hard not to listen to the fact that you’re both dating supernatural creatures and are about to pull a bank job.”
Zoey sighed. “Well, now you’re in on it.”
“In on what exactly?”
