Foxx wasn’t lying, he did find the words comforting. How could he not? Having someone nearby who would commit extreme acts of violence to protect him made Foxx feel safe. He’d been protecting himself for so long, it was kind of nice having someone there who’d try to keep him safe.
Harlow jerked awake at a sound, his hand automatically reaching for his gun, clicking the safety off as he aimed in the direction of the door.
“Woah there, asshole, it’s just me,” the man said as he held his hands up to show they were empty.
He blinked, staring at the two standing in the doorway. The man was about his height, but was more thinly muscled than him. The woman was tall, had long black hair, and pale skin, with strikingly light blue eyes. She was wearing leather pants, biker boots, a red sweater, and a long leather jacket. In her hand was a bulky duffle bag. He was almost positive she wasn’t human. The man, on the other hand…he knew for a fact was human.
The guy was dressed like a punk rocker; red plaid cargo pants with lots of chains, a T-shirt with some kind of band on it, and a studded leather jacket. As he stared at the man’s messy bright blue hair, pale skin, face piercings, and the absurd number of rings on his fingers, Harlow sort of wished he was imagining him.
He blinked a few times and sighed when the man remained. Putting the safety into place, he slipped his gun back under the pillow. “Of all the people they could send, they really had to send your ass?” he said softly with a snort. Harlow wasn’t sure why he was keeping his voice down. It wasn’t as if Foxx was easy to wake up.
A shit-eating grin slipped onto Ignatius—aka Iggy—Leighton’s face. “Aww come on, admit it, you missed me, didn’t you?”
“As much as I miss any hemorrhoid,” Harlow drawled.
Iggy’s grin widened. “Sooo, what’s going on here, Harlow? Looking mighty close to your partner there.”
Suddenly, the woman shoved Iggy. “Hello, I’m Hunter Oceana Haeward,” she said with a sigh. “I’m, unfortunately, paired with this moron here.”
Harlow smirked. “My condolences.”
“Hey, I was getting to the introductions!” Iggy snapped loudly in irritation.
“Not fast enough,” she hissed.
“Iggy, pipe down,” Harlow growled. “If you wake Foxx up, I will shoot you. Speaking of shooting, I think I owe you a bullet anyway for the time you misfired and shot me in the leg.”
The woman gave her partner a look.
“Now, now. That was an accident,” Iggy said softly this time, holding his hands up to ward him off. “Anyway, can you believe this partner shit?”
Harlow scoffed. The fucker had way too many ‘accidents’. Frankly, he was a menace with any projectile weapon. Though, those fucking chains he loved to wear had gotten him into enough trouble a time or two.
“Though, you seem to be getting along with your partner quite well.” He wiggled his brow.
“Sit your asses down. And let’s get to work. I’m assuming youarehere to work, instead of just gawking, right?”
“Touchy.”
Oceana rolled her eyes and walked around to take the nearest chair. Iggy took the one next to her.
“Has there been some development since it all went down?” she asked.
“In relation to us getting blown up? No. And I’m not sure there will be, unless something else happens. The female vampire doesn’t appear to be registered in the database.”
“Well, let’s be real, a lot aren’t. And most of them have no intention of ever registering,” Iggy said with a sigh.
“Either way, there are some more pressing issues than the bitch who tried to blow my partner and I up,” Harlow said, before quickly explaining about the priest.
Iggy let out a whistle. “Fuck, man, they really let a priest wander around these rooms?”
“Nice of them to try to make sure that even if my kind does survive with their help, it won’t be for long,” Oceana hissed.
“The priest is at the local station?” Iggy asked.
“That he is. I figured you two could go by and get some answers out of him. This hospital has been weird over all…but I have a feeling something more is going on with that priest.”
They both stood up, but Oceana spoke, “We’ll head to the station and see what we can get out of him.”
