“What are you doing?” Harlow snarled, slapping the guy’s hand away. “He knows your name. I literally just told him what it was a few minutes ago.”
Foxx knew bad flirting when he saw it… He wrinkled his nose, eyeing the guy and all his chains, piercings, rings, and other jewelry. The man’s features were a good mix of delicate and sharp masculine lines. But even with all the piercings on his face and the outfit, Iggy was more beautiful than handsome, and…not really Foxx’s type.
“Come on, Harlow, let me flirt a little. He’s cute.” Iggy groused.
Foxx stared curiously as his partner let out a growl. “He’s in a hospital gown and just had open heart surgery. He doesn’t need a brainless idiot hitting on him. So, if you are done here, get the fuck out.”
The other human sighed. “Touchy.” His gaze flicked to Foxx. “I’ll be in touch.”
“The hell you will,” Harlow ground out, standing threateningly.
“Going, going.” Iggy held his hands up in defeat and quickly left the room.
Oceana nodded toward Foxx, before following her partner out with a heavy sigh.
“That man should have died of his own stupidity years ago,” Harlow muttered, before turning to him and saying, “Let’s get you dressed.”
“I’m a little attached.” He shook his arm and tons of lines and tubes moved. Though he was pretty sure most were just attached to blood bags. It was common procedure to hook vampires up with multiple lines. Then there was the line currently coming out from his chest. He wasn’t sure why they had put a drainage tube in…considering any blood that had seeped out on the inside would have just been absorbed by his body now that the wound was healing. Maybe it had just been a habit? Foxx didn’t know. The hospitals were definitely still not fully knowledgeable about how to handle his kind.
Harlow stared. “When the machines start going off, it will hurry them along with the fucking paperwork.”
Foxx wasn’t sure that was how things worked, but whatever. “Unplug me!”
* * *
“What possessedyou to go into that room?!”
Father Donovan gulped. “I didn’t realize…”
“You didn’t realize?! DO you realize now the danger you have put us all in? How damaged our cause is now?!”
“I…I’ll repent. I’ll do better.”
“You will repent. But there will be no second chances, Father Donovan.”
Donovan gasped in pain, collapsing to the ground. He barely registered that he’d just been shot.
“For the order, for the cause, sacrifices must be made. Some are more personal than others.”
He heard footsteps walking away and then he heard nothing.
Foxx scrunched his sock covered feet, clutching Harlow’s leather jacket tightly. He hissed at the cold air that invaded as Harlow opened the passenger side door.
“I know it’s cold, Foxx. But we will be inside in just a moment.”
He responded with a grunt. Foxx didn’t have the energy to do much else. He was tired, the drive had been long, and his pain pills were starting to wear off.
Harlow reached over him, unbuckled his seat belt and then grabbed the bag containing the bottle of medicine the hospital had given them. The man sat the bag in Foxx’s lap, before picking him up, and slamming his door shut.
Foxx let out a whimper of pain as the stabbing, pulling feeling near his heart grew.
“Pills wearing off?”
“Mmm.”
Foxx began to tremble as a harsh wind blew through the car park. By the Goddess, he was so tired and cold. He buried his face into Harlow’s chest, trying to hide from the pain and freezing air.
Foxx couldn’t help but sigh in relief when they finally stepped into the apartment complex. It wasn’t the perfect temperature inside, but it was a hell of a lot better than outside. Also, there was no wind.
