“I’m always serious.”
“Don’t make me shoot you, Harlow.”
* * *
Harlow chucklingin response to Foxx’s threat honestly made his trigger finger feel itchy. Stupid branch should have hit him.
Shaking his head, he sighed and forced himself to pull back from the murderous thoughts and irritation, to actually listen to the world around him, because none of this was worth dying over. The last thing he needed was to be snuck up on, or to walk into a fucking poisonous plant, just because he’d been too distracted by his damn emotions.
Listening, he heard a hell of a lot of small creatures, bugs, frogs, and howling, but not so much as a single heartbeat besides their own. Nor did he hear any large creatures, like say, a high werewolf crashing around the swamp. Actually, he didn’t hear any large animals at all… Maybe the presence of the wolfsbane chased them away?
“If he got left outside, he may be the only one. I don’t hear any nearby heartbeats or movement that would suggest someone else is out here with us.”
“It's possible, but we are also still about two miles away from the house, so there could be more outside when we actually get there.”
“Two miles?!”
“Foxx, you can walk two miles.”
Foxx huffed. “At least it’s not cold, I suppose. Just muggy and damp.”
Harlow snorted. “Come on, let’s go.”
He was about to follow, but stopped to eye the werewolf. “I don’t think any body covered in Heaven’s Wolfsbane can be burned… At least, not here. It would have to be somewhere contained to stop the drug from dispersing into the air.”
“Then it’s a good thing we aren’t burning anything. This is a protected area, and there is just too much plant life out here to risk that. The plan was always to send in a clean-up crew after we’ve finished. But I guess it’s going to have to be after the werewolf council finishes now.”
“Right. They may take care of all the bodies.”
“Details that the Guild and the council can work out. Come on, let's go.”
With the GPS tracker in one hand, and his gun in the other, Harlow started walking again, making a wide berth around the body as Foxx followed.
They walked in silence for a bit before Harlow, the bastard, seemed to not be able to help himself. “So, you just had that outfit ready to go, huh?”
“What about it?” he ground out.
“It’s very…you…”
“It is me! It’s adorable! And adorable defines who I am!”
Harlow chuckled. “You are very cute.”
Foxx spluttered, his face heating. “Shut up!”
“Why?”
“You are not allowed to call me cute!”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so!”
“It seems a lot of things are because you said so, without any actual reason.”
“Harlow, it is silent time until we get to that damn house.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll be quiet for MY cute kitten.”
