Taking a deep breath, he rewound the video, squinting this time, trying to see what Harlow had tossed away, but found the feed was just too grainy to tell.
“Thank you,” Foxx mumbled.
Standing by sheer will alone, he once again forced back the terror that tried to take hold of him and left the store, speed walking back to the spot where he’d found Harlow’s phone. He kept going in the direction of where the man had thrown whatever had hit him.
Taking a deep breath, on catching the faint scent of Harlow’s blood, he found what he was looking for. Crouching, he picked up the small object. It was…a dart—a tranquilizer dart.
He let out a shuddered breath as his shoulders sagged… Harlow was alive…he had to be. They…wouldn’t just take him with them to kill him, would they?!
Even if they had…it would be a while before whatever they shot him up with would wear off. They wouldn’t just kill him in his sleep… What would the point be?!
Foxx pulled his phone out and took a deep breath, in an effort to stop his hands from shaking, before finally calling Tony again. As soon as the call connected, he let loose. “Harlow has been taken! TURN ON HIS FUCKING TRACKER. And before you fucking tell me things are fine, I found not only his cell phone on the ground, and his car unlocked, but also store security footage literally showing him being fucking kidnap. SO, TURN. IT. ON!” he screeched.
Tony remained silent for a brief moment, before slowly asking, “Did you get a look at them?”
“The footage was grainy! I was lucky to notice that Harlow had ripped a damn dart from his fucking neck. Turn it on!”
“I’m doing it now, Foxx. Calm?—”
“DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! JUST DO IT! If you would have done it in the bloody fucking first place, I would have probably found him by now. Instead of wasting Goddess knows how much time coming here!”
“It’s on. You have the tracking app on your phone already. But before you run off on your own, let me send a team to go with you.”
“I’m not fucking waiting.” Foxx hung up without another word and blocked Tony’s number when he continued to call.
Opening the app, he tried to not get angry on seeing the address was only thirty minutes from the apartment, but fifty minutes from where he was right now.
Foxx jumped into Harlow’s Jeep. Pulling out the second set of keys he’d brought with him, he started the car, backed out of the spot, and peeled away.
“We’re sorry, the number you’ve dialed is no longer in service.”
“That son of—!!” Tony growled. Did the fucker block him?!? Oh, by the heavens above, Foxx was just as big of a pain in the ass as Harlow!
He stared at his phone, and cursed when he noticed his hands were shaking.
Tony slowly sat his phone down and roughly rubbed at his eyes. Had he lost another hunter? Ah, fuck…not even another hunter…another friend…
Tony swallowed hard as an image of Harlow the night they’d first met flashed in his mind. Jet black hair, hands covered in blood, the smile on his face had looked so normal, as if Tony hadn’t just walked in on him butchering someone. The broken ropes and the bite marks had told him well enough that it had been self defense. Still, it hadn’t changed the fact that the real predator in that house had always been Harlow, and not the vampire he eviscerated.
Harlow was never one he thought he’d outlive… Stupid and rash sometimes, but the kid had always been smart, if not at times too arrogant.
Harlow had to still be alive… And as long as he was alive… Well, Tony had always taken alive over human. Most hadn’t…not back in the beginning. But there was so much death…pointless deaths…on both sides…
His shoulders sagged as many decades of deaths just seemed to weigh down on him. Tony was tired of always being the only one left standing, or as it had been for the last twelve years…the one sitting around and waiting for the death calls to come in. Waiting to face the anger and heartbreak of the families they left behind.
Shaking his head, he picked up his phone and tried to think of who to send.
Who was even available to send? He had to send someone… If Harlow was gone… Well, he sure as hell wasn’t fucking losing Foxx too, just because the man was following his…heart?
Oh wow…he still hadn’t…come to terms with that one. Who’d have thought someone would want to claim the crazy that was Harlow. Fucking hell…
Focus…Focus… Maybe it would be better to send some friends of his from outside the Guild? It would be faster…
He eyed the screen and the location. Falls Landing? He frowned. Why did that sound familiar?
AH–Antony's nest was near there. The vampire owed him a favor! Perfect.
Tony went to dial, but his phone started ringing before he could. His first instinct was to decline, and then when he saw who it was, his gut reaction was to answer. As Sephira was not someone that should ever be ignored.
