But as far as Foxx remembered, and could tell, in here at least, the pretty redwood walls were intact, the stone fireplace was all in one piece, the wood ceiling was fine, and while he couldn’t see all of the floor, from what he could see, it looked a-okay.
Harlow grunted beside him, stretching before his arm came around Foxx, pulling him tighter against him. Foxx smiled.
“I’m going to have to buy sturdier furniture,” Harlow grumbled softly.
He giggled.
At the sound of a phone going off, the dhampir groaned. “That’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any clue where it’s at?”
“Nope!” Foxx snickered.
Harlow sighed, and quickly unwound himself from around him before climbing out of bed. The man disappeared out of the room. Foxx crawled to the edge of the bed, eyeing the dhampir’s taunt bare ass as he dug through a pile of clothes in the kitchen, at the other end of the hallway.
“Found it!” Harlow straightened with his phone and… “Fuck…” the man cursed, failing to answer it. “FUCK!” Harlow growled again.
Foxx did his best not to laugh. The phone had to be on the last ring by the time the dhampir finally managed to make it work.
“Fucking phone,” Harlow grumbled and made his way back to bed.
“Harlow?” a deep voice asked, sounding confused. The voice being loud and clear told him that the dhampir had set it to speaker phone.
“Sorry…new phone. What’s up, Santiago?” The dhampir sighed as he laid back in bed.
Foxx snuggled against the dhampir, slightly curious as to why the werewolf was calling Harlow. He didn’t even know the wolf had his number.
“I need your help.” Santiago sounded…grim. “Something has…” The man’s voice broke, and there was a long pause before he tried again. “Something has occurred that I can’t fully explain…but if it’s related to what I think it is…the ramifications of it would be dire. I would have gone to your Guild, but I don’t know who I can trust there besides you, and perhaps that boss of yours.”
“Hey, I’m trustworthy too!” Foxx huffed.
Santiago let out a soft…yet…sad sounding laugh. “Sorry, vampire, I didn’t realize he wasn’t alone. I meant no offense.”
“What do you need us to do?” Foxx asked. “And it will beus, as Harlow isn’t going anywhere without me at this time. As in, he isn’t allowed to.”
Harlow snorted.
“Uh…I…” Santiago trailed off. The werewolf sounded absolutely bewildered.
“What he isn’t saying is that I’m no longer human, Santiago. I’m guessing you missed that yesterday due to the crowd.”
“Ah…”
“Well, what else would I have meant?” Foxx asked cheekily.
Harlow glared at him. Foxx stuck his tongue out. ‘Brat’ the dhampir mouthed.
“Right. Can youtwocome here?” The man rattled off an address.
“How soon?” the dhampir asked.
“Now… Now would be best. When you get there…drive to the barn in the back.”
“Okay, we’ll be there soon,” Foxx said.
“Thank you,” Santiago replied softly, before hanging up.
