“Oh, he knows, and he doesn’t care.”
“How are you even going to have time to do all this before he gets home?”
“Harlow has some sort of doctor’s appointment, followed by a meeting with the Guild insurers. He has a bunch of forms and shit to sign, all dealing with his house explosion. As, apparently, they are finally going to cover it. After that, he plans to look at motorcycles. He warned me he’d likely be out most of the day, so there is time!”
His friend scoffed and shook his head. “I’ll be back then…I guess.” Alastair turned to leave.
“Wait!”
Alastair slowly spun back around, his eyebrow raising in a clear sarcastic question.
“Let me make a list. I’ll need to be strategic. Make some meat pies, and not just sweet ones, with plans to store many of them.”
No point in wasting food.
“Foxx, he is not going to just eat pie for weeks.”
“He won't, but I bet I can get him to do it for at least a few days.” Foxx giggled evilly, before gasping, “Oh, I have another brilliant idea! You know what, I’ll go with you! But we have to hurry!”
Alistair sighed. “Couldn’t you just have the things delivered?”
“I could…but, ugh…they get it wrong so often! Come on!” He slipped his arm through Alastair’s and dragged him back down the hall.
The other vampire sighed again, but let himself be pulled out the door.
* * *
Harlow sat there grinning,his mind drifting to what he’d left behind in the apartment. Wes was saying something, but who cared. He’d done what he’d set out to do. It had taken planning, but he pulled it off—his glorious city of boxes. The question was…how fast would Foxx find the camera?
Ehh—probably quickly… Well, he’d find the cat one quickly. The other ones, not so much. But then he wasn’t meant to find those.
Even if he found the cat camera and destroyed it, the footage was saved on a private external server, so…
Though, it may be worth viewing the other cameras to see things from all angles.
He pursed his lips. No matter what, the footage likely wouldn’t be as fun as the first time. Foxx wasn’t stupid. No way would he sit in any of the boxes in there. But his reaction would still be enough to make it worth it.
Wes’ voice broke through his thoughts. “Harlow, are you even paying attention?”
Grin still in place, he said, “Not at all.”
His doctor scoffed. “Well, now that you are… You said the nightmares are gone, correct?”
Harlow blanked his expression at the question. “Correct. I’m all fixed.”
“What if they come back?”
“They won’t.”
“How can you be so sure? What if Foxx gets hurt again?”
“Well, it’s a good thing that I plan to make sure he doesn’t,” Harlow drawled snidely.
“There is no way you can guarantee it won’t happen again, Harlow. Some things can’t be stopped.”
He growled, “I will guarantee it. And I will stop it.”
Harlow had to. The cause of his nightmares was obviously Foxx. He wasn’t sure why, but it had to be that. Wes also agreed the vampire was the cause, even if his reasoning as to why wasn’t all sound. Though…he was slowly coming around to the idea that…MAYBE…Foxx almost dying…had scared him. Ugh…it sounded so wrong to even think it.
