“But if he was as skilled as you say…then either these vampires are extremely old and powerful…or something went seriously wrong.”
“Right…” Harlow grimaced.
“Sorry your…friend died,” Foxx said softly.
His brow rose at the tone. Looking over at the vampire, he found the man frowning, his freckled nose scrunched.
“He wasn’t my friend.” Harlow smirked. “You’re my only one, remember?”
“And Tony is?”
“Enemy.”
Foxx scoffed. “You’re full of shit, old man.”
“No, just fully grounded in reality, brat.”
Tony was…a friend, he supposed. Hanes, however…he hadn’t lied. Harlow didn’t see him as a friend, and…felt nothing on hearing that he was gone, besides maybe a touch of apprehension?
Tony, on the other hand, likely was hit hard by this. Thus the weird phone call with him telling them to watch their asses. He hadn’t gotten a don’t die phone call from him in a while.
Harlow couldn’t help but smile smugly at that. Despite the countless times Tony had wished death on him, he knew the bastard would miss his ass if he actually died.
* * *
Foxx staredat the menu board of Lucky Sevens—a random ass fast food diner joint attached to a random ass gas station slash convenience store located in the middle of fucking nowhere Missouri.
Just past 8am, they’d decided to eat breakfast before getting back on the road. Which was why Foxx was standing there in a light green bear sunsuit, hood and face shield down, staring at the damn board.
He tried to focus on the words again, but…his mind once again got side tracked. Mostly by him wondering what the fuck was waiting for them in Oklahoma. Better yet, was Harlow really not upset about that human hunter dying?
Well, they likely didn’t cross paths much, especially after the Guild became a known government entity, so why would the man care? Harlow was also a self-proclaimed psychopath, so…emotions of mourning may not be a thing for him. Which probably cemented the fact that Foxx really should not be taking the previous feeling-like thoughts that had been trying to bubble up for weeks seriously.
“Foxx, you planning to order sometime today?” Harlow’s voice dragged him away from the mess in his head.
“What?” He looked at him.
The human’s brow raised. “Order?”
“Right!” His gaze flicked to the bored-looking worker in front of him, and then back to the menu. Actually reading it this time, he quickly ordered. “I’ll have the chocolate chip waffle meal, with extra whipped butter, syrup, and chocolate sauce. For my two sides, I'll have bacon for both, extra crispy, and to drink…fat free milk, if you have it.”
After the worker typed it in and Harlow paid, the man turned to him and slowly asked, “Is there a point in the fat free milk when you are eating a whole days worth of calories for your meal?”
Foxx sniffed. “Nothing to do with the calories, I just like the taste.”
“Right.”
“What did you get?”
“You’ll see soon enough. Did the file come in?”
“My phone dinged while we were shopping, so likely.”
“Good, we can go over it while we eat.”
Foxx’s gaze went to the counter when two trays were set down. The waffles and bacon actually looked and smelled mouthwatering… Harlow’s meal, however…
“You seriously got fucking oatmeal with fruit?”
