“Why in the hell would you promise that?” Tony asked, sounding baffled.
“Well, I did, so get it done! Because it is the right thing to do! And without Santiago, we wouldn’t even have a chance to stop Maverick’s plan for the werewolves!” Foxx snapped. “Cause here’s a clue, I did see the latest news, and the bodies are gone again. You’d think I’m asking for a fucking miracle with the way you two are acting.”
The human let out an irritated growl. “Fine! Don’t burn anything. I’ll send a damn team to take care of it! You burn them now and it’ll all be fucking blown away by the time the clean-up crew gets there!”
The man hung up without another word. Foxx hmphed. “Is being considerate going to kill us?!”
“No, but Tony may try to,” Harlow said with a snort.
Foxx sighed and looked around sadly. “Looking at cool wooden crafts was just not in the cards for me, it seems.”
“Sorry, brat. But, hey.” Harlow smirked and reached into one of his inner jacket pockets. “Look, I got those keychains you liked.” He held out the two cat keychains.
Foxx stared, his face pinched. “You mean youstolethe keychains I liked.”
Harlow grimaced. “Not on purpose.”
He had just pocketed them when the screaming started and they took off running. Can’t really hold a fucking pack of keychains and two guns at the same time.
“Well, on purpose or not, we are going back and paying for those!” Foxx hissed.
He held his hands up, wincing as the movement caused him pain. “Fine, fine. Like I said, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Though…he wasn’t sure who’d be there to even take the payment. Harlow could only assume that the stall owner had run with everyone else.
Foxx grabbed the keychains from him and started to walk away, the man shaking his head.
“I really didn’t mean to steal them,” he said as he followed with a sigh.
“I wonder, do you keep your hands sticky, or are you just that quick a swiping shit?” Foxx asked sweetly.
“I admit to stealing one blood drawing kit, and suddenly I’m a klepto in your eyes?!”
“Considering how much shit you are able to pull out of your pockets, it's likely, yes!”
“I’m not a klepto! And that blood drawing kit was practically shoved at me. They literally harassed me the whole damn time I was there! Every time I passed that booth at that stupid fucking conference I got dragged into a motherfucking demonstration! EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME! I WAS THERE FOR SIX HOURS!” Harlow growled when Foxx didn’t respond or turn around. The vampire, in fact, sped up. “Foxx! Did you hear me?! I am not a klepto! FOXX!”
“Can’t hear you over my STOLEN KEYCHAINS, OLD MAN!”
Harlow satas stiff as possible on the edge of the passenger’s seat, trying to not feel. Fucking hell, back wounds were a bitch! He almost sighed in relief at the sight of the hospital.
“Ahh, fuck,” Foxx hissed.
He frowned, glancing over to the brat, who he really wanted to spank after the bullshit with the keychains. Even if one of said keychains was now hanging off his damn keys. “What?”
“The attacks seem to have stirred up the protesters.”
He glanced ahead, seeing what he missed the first time. Protesters with signs seemed to have completely surrounded the hospital, even blocking the entrance. Cops were already on the scene, two officers, one with gray hair and another with brown, and looked to be arguing with the mob.
Harlow took a deep breath in and out. “If they don’t move, run them over.”
“Yeah, a vampire running humans over, that will solve the problem,” Foxx deadpanned.
He just growled in response.
Pulling to a stop right behind the cop car, Foxx said, “You stay here,” as he hopped out.
Yeah…Harlow was SURE that a vampire showing up in a bright fucking blue bear sunsuit with clouds on it would somehow make shit better.
