Page 92 of White Noise

Of course he is here.

Apparently haunting me privately was not enough. He needs fucking front-row seats too.

Fine.

If he wants to watch, he can watch.

Kev sends another request, and normally I would make him work harder for it, but tonight I smile sweetly at the camera and give him exactly what he paid for.

“For you? Sure.”

Chat reacts immediately.

D4ddyKev: WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS

“Nothing. Enjoy it before I remember who you are.”

Another tip hits, then Graveyard gets my attention, then Angel, and when a new subscriber sends five hundred credits with a request I would usually answer with a sarcastic comment and half the effort, I make a point of giving him my full attention.

Not because I care.

Because Silas is watching.

Petty? Yes. Worth it? Also yes.

The five-hundred-credit notification flashes again.

Then disappears.

I blink at the balance.

“What?”

The viewer posts immediately.

REDRUM92: did that go through??

I start to answer, but his message vanishes before I can.

Not scrolls away.

Disappears.

My jaw tightens.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

angelbite: what

D4ddyKev: ??

Another request from Graveyard pops up and disappears before I can finish reading it, and by the time I look toward the viewer list, Silas is still sitting there without saying a fucking word.

Watching.

“Oh, you petty fucking bitch.”

Chat erupts.