Page 62 of Marked By the Pack
It went straight to voicemail.
Damn it.I hung up and sent him a text instead.
Thunder boomed again.
God, why had I stopped my session with King? He was always such a good distraction. But I really only wanted one person to distract me right now.
I texted Otto. It was a desperate move, but I was desperate. I needed to ask him about the watch and I needed him to do that thing with his tongue again. And I was used to my nightly doughnut.
I sighed and stared at my phone.
And just like that…I was now worried about Otto too. I tried calling him, but his phone also went straight to voicemail.
I jumped when I heard the witch’s fingernails again. Why couldn’t I get that image out of my head?
My doorbell rang and I jumped again.
Otto never came to the front door. He always threw pebbles at my window in the most romantic way possible. And Emma and Callum were at Callum’s house. I glanced at my phone. It was after 11. Who else would possibly be ringing my bell this late?
Thunder boomed again and the lights flickered and turned off.
I gulped. For the first time ever, I wished Grudge was spying on me and interfering with my house’s smart devices. But…I wasn’t so lucky. I pulled my curtains to the side and all I saw was darkness. The whole street’s power was out.
Whoever was outside started knocking on the door now.
Fuck me.I pulled off my bunny mask and wig, pulled on my robe, and grabbed one of my hidden garlic powder containers from under my bed.
I tried not to jump at another boom of thunder as I made my way downstairs in the darkness. I tiptoed intothe living room as someone knocked even harder. There was a small window and curtains right by the door. But if the person outside saw them move, they’d for sure know I was in here. And I was almost positive that whoever was outside that door wasn’t someone I wanted in my house.
I pulled the curtains in the living room to the side just a little and stared at my front stoop. There were two tall men standing there. One of them turned his head. I breathed a sigh of relief. I could just make out Ace’s face in the darkness. It was the twins. I set my garlic powder down, hurried over to the front door, and opened it.
“I thought you were Callum,” I said.
“And what would a vampire be doing on your doorstep in the middle of the night?” Huxley asked.
“Why are you guys on my doorstep in the middle of the night?” They were both soaked, even though the storm had been going on for a while now. Where had they been when they’d gotten caught in it?
“We told you we’d see you later,” Ace said.
They had said that at the coffee shop. But I didn’t think they’d meant later tonight.
“Otto said you liked these.” Huxley handed me a box of doughnuts.
I smiled. It was a little soggy from the rain, but it was the sweetest gesture.
“He couldn’t make it,” Ace said. “But he said you got scared at night. And that you might need us.”
I had no idea why, but I could feel tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. These guys were sinful and domineering, but this sweet side really did something to me.
Thunder boomed louder than ever this time. I shuddered.
“Come on, let’s get a fire going for you to warm up,” Ace said. He walked into my house and Huxley followed him.
All my fears started to dissipate as I watched Ace expertly start a fire. I remembered how rough his hands had felt on my skin the other night. I’d figured he was good at stuff like starting fires. I never used my fireplace because I didn’t know how.
But there was something romantic about how the flames danced around the room. I took a deep breath. I had a feeling that these guys made fires regularly. Because the smell reminded me of Otto.
“What is Otto doing tonight?” I asked.
