The vampire whined, “Great, bloody furballs.”
Harlow just barely held back his laugh when Foxx plopped face down into the bed, then blindly crawled over and tried to bury himself back into his chest.
“Yeah, he doesn’t sound thrilled. Anyway, you have a den to take down. The details will be in an email before you get there. You are headed to West Gally, Illinois. It’s only an hour away. You shouldn’t need a hotel. But if you do, let me know. Happy hunting!” With that she hung up.
Harlow frowned—West Gally… Here’s hoping it’s not the fucking pack in that area causing issues and just some rogues. Bonded packs were a pain in the ass to take out.
“I don’t want to,” Foxx whined loudly.
Harlow chuckled. “Get up.”
“Noo… A few more hours… Like eight.”
“I think your math is off. Eight is the opposite of a few.”
“Few…more.” Foxx pouted.
He tore the blankets off them both, tossing them to the floor.
The vampire cried out in protest, glaring up from his spot on top of him.
“Get up,” Harlow said firmly.
Foxx’s eyes narrowed, and without warning, he bit down on Harlow’s right pec.
He stared with a raised brow, unconcerned. “This is just more evidence that you are a cat. You know that, right?”
Foxx gasped. “I am not a cat!”
* * *
Foxx glared…Well,more squinted at the sun through the windshield. It felt like it was mocking him, shining so bright and happy. He was beyond knackered.
His angry squint slipped to Harlow as the human reached back and took out a bottle of water, proceeding to guzzle it down like he was about to die of thirst. He was a thirsty fucker in all aspects of life, apparently. This was all his fault. How the hell did the human have that much stamina? At his age?
“No, because…what is your deal?”
“What?” Harlow frowned in obvious confusion as he tossed the empty bottle into the back before reaching and grabbing another.
“Sexual peak for human males is in their fucking twenties. You are forty-five. Like, you should be in the category of ‘lucky to still get it up’!”
The human made a choking sound before bursting into laughter.
“Stop laughing!” Foxx punched Harlow ‘lightly’ in the side. “I’m sore, tired, and cranky! This is all your fault!”
Harlow grunted at the hit, but also started to laugh harder.
“Ugh,” Foxx whined. “I just want sleep.”
When the human’s laughter tapered off, he said, “Blaming me won’t get you any closer to a bed.”
“Yes, but it will make me feel better!”
With a smug smirk on his face, Harlow shook his head. “Why don’t you just down some blood to wake yourself up? Doesn’t doing that give you a boost or something?”
Foxx sighed. “There is a difference between me not sleeping and over drinking blood to stay awake and aware, and me drinking blood after being woken up. The first act prevents me from ever entering my sleep cycle… The second, having been woken up in the middle of my sleep cycle, nothing on this brownish polluted hellhole of an earth will in any way fully wake me up.” Foxx sniffed. “Besides, it’s not good to get into the habit of overconsuming blood.”
The human yawned. “Bloodlust?”
