“The group that hates government hunters, and thinks you are all traitors to the human race?” Foxx asked, before frowning and saying, “Wait… Tony was there? Isn’t it…a ‘holiday’?” the vampire finished with a scoff of disgust, seeming to now even refuse to say the word Christmas.
“Yes, that one. And yes, he was there working, but we really can’t blame him with the nightmare he has going on at home.”
Foxx’s freckled nose wrinkled. “Why does he stay married?”
“I don’t know.” But he was definitely going to find out. Because he was going to dig. “Anyway, Maverick’s an old school hunter, like I am. But unlike me, he is a fucking bigot who isn’t picky about who he hates. Man thought anyone ‘different’ was better off dead. That included humans he didn’t agree with. Not that I wouldn’t like to off more idiot humans, but I would definitely not be offing the same humans as he would.”
“Let me guess, if being a vampire wouldn’t get me killed, me being gay would be enough for him to want me gone?”
“Pretty much.”
Foxx hummed and then asked cheekily, “So why does he hate you, besides the obvious reasons of your personality?”
“Brat.”
“Old man.” Foxx stuck his tongue out. “But I’m right, aren’t I? Sure, you are a hunter, and you even worked before the world knew about us. But there are plenty of others like you out there. So why is he focused on you?
“If it was a way to announce themselves… Frankly, it failed. As one, no one knows publicly who did it, and two, they obviously tried to cover up their tracks, which they wouldn’t do if they’d wanted to use it as an introduction. And really, if he wanted to make a statement, quite frankly, Tony would be a better target than you, wouldn’t he?”
What had he done…? He hadn’t even seen the man in, what? Ten years?
Growlsin the distance were closing in, without hesitation, Harlow raised his gun and fired. Maverick cried out as the bullet pierced his lower back, the man stumbling one step forward before collapsing.
“You…” the other human hissed breathlessly when he strolled past.
Harlow’s gaze flicked down, lips twisting into a smirk. Maverick was a big man, taller than him, bulkier too.
The human would have maybe been attractive to someone—not him—if he’d cut down on the fake tan, bleach…and…. Well, honestly, probably only a lobotomy would fix the horror show that was his personality.
“I’d say it’s been nice working with you, but…” He shrugged. “Frankly, I hope this is the last time I ever see you. Or better yet—” Harlow chuckled. “—that the next time I see you, you’re in pieces.”
* * *
Foxx’s browrose when the human’s mouth curved into a very smug, evil smirk. Oh, Harlow had definitely done something, and whatever he had done, he had no regrets.
“I may have…shot him in the back the last time I saw him. At the time, there…may have been a pack of crazed werewolves trying to kill us. I also just MAY have told him I’d like for the said crazed werewolves to rip him apart.”
“May have, huh?” Foxx snickered.
“What’s one bullet between ‘friends’?”
He grinned. “Oh, so I can shoot you?”
“You’d like to, wouldn’t you?” the human said, his smirk only widening.
“Why does it sound like you want me to, old man?”
“Maybe I do,” Harlow said, voice ending in a deep growl. But it wasn’t out of anger or warning, it was full of heat. “Why don’t you try and see what happens, brat?”
Foxx shuddered—ah, he wanted to do it. Not that he wanted to actually shoot Harlow. He just wanted to step over the line, go all out, even if it was just to see what the man would do. And bloody hell, he could tell Harlow actually wanted him to do it.
Did the human maybe find the idea of fighting him a turn on? He eyed the man, looking for the answer… But he didn’t have to look too hard, as it was really obvious.
Yes… Definitely, yes. Harlow more than liked the idea. Foxx could feel the evidence of that poking him.
While he didn’t think it would be a fight he’d lose, at the same time, the idea was…horribly stupid. And pointless, as he had no reason to fight the man—at the moment. Foxx was sure Harlow would, no doubt, give him plenty of reasons to in the future.
Foxx slapped the human’s chest. “Stop getting turned on, you perv. I’m not fighting you.”
