At least with his idea they’d get through.
Foxx,at the moment, was absolutely done with bigots. He had no tolerance left to give, and no fucks.
With the wails of anguish and loss still fresh in his mind, he marched around the police cruiser, while ignoring the glares of hatred and the signs wishing him death.
Blocking out the chants of ‘protect our people’, ‘they don’t belong here!’ and ‘let the freaks heal themselves’, he walkedright up to the people blocking the entranceway and glared at the large brown-haired human who was arguing with the cops. “Shut your ignorant, bigoted, small-minded mouth, and move your small dick energy-ed ass out of my motherfucking way!” he hissed.
The officers spun around at his words, the older gray-haired one sputtering, “N-now…I understand you're upset…but?—”
“NO, you don’t understand. None of you understand. None of you care. I just finished telling people that their relatives were murdered by humans because they had the audacity to be werewolves. Werewolves, mind you, who have lived in your community longer than any of you people, and frankly, those before you, have been alive, and who had never done a single bloody thing wrong to any one of you. You didn’t have to hear the screams of pain. To hear those people’s hearts shatter. So no, I won’t be coddling any assholes today. And I don’t care what you THINK you understand.” His glare shifted from the officers, who now looked grim, to the still angry but now more hesitant faces of the humans. “You will MOVE out of my way, so my partner can be seen, so we can go do our damn job as hunters. Because, for some reason, we signed up to protect your ungrateful asses, even though you would rather us bleed out than step foot in your precious human hospitals.
“Now, let me be perfectly clear, I will have you all arrested for interfering with hunter business if you don’t move. You two!” His gaze shifted back to the cops. “You should have arrested them already for blocking the entrance to emergency services. Either do your job, or I’ll do it for you. And if you bigots wonder if I’m bluffing, ask the grand old townspeople of Morison how that turned out for them. I’m sure you’ll have a fun time sitting beside each other in jail as you wait for your court dates.”
The humans in front of him paled a bit. Apparently, going to jail for their cause hadn’t been something they ever considered.
Harlow eyedFoxx as the vampire got back in and buckled up, before putting the Jeep into drive without saying a word.
“That’s one way to move a crowd,” he drawled, as they drove past the parted protesters, who were glaring but doing nothing.
“As long as it worked, right?” Foxx said stiffly.
Irritated with the man or not…he reached out and gripped Foxx’s right hand. “I won’t say everything is going to be okay, butweare at least going to be okay.”
Not looking over, Foxx sniffed. “I hate the world sometimes.”
Harlow smirked. “I hate the world all of the time.”
The vampire let out a tired laugh, his gaze flicking over. A small smile slipped onto the man’s face as he turned his hand over to grip his. “I love you…”
The words… As much as he wished he could say them…he couldn’t yet…and maybe not ever… He just wasn’t sure if love could describe the obsession he felt. “In a world that I hate, full of people who don’t deserve to keep breathing, you are the one person who I’d sacrifice the world and myself for, regardless of whether it meant you’d live years longer or only a few seconds.”
Despite not saying those three words back, Foxx’s smile widened. Which could only mean that what he had said had been enough for now.
“So, are you planning to stop pouting today, or…?” Foxx trailed off, his gaze slowly moving over to Harlow as they continued walking. His ears, at the same time, were constantly listening for other heartbeats.
Their plan had been to start at Santiago’s home, to see if there were any odd scents, and then run around to find out if they were at the other houses as well. However, the distance between where they had parked the car and Santiago’s house had been beyond absurd.
The werewolf justhadto own a large section of the damn area. His pack lands were basically a town and city in itself, with the outer boundary filled with a lot of nothing. So, of COURSE they’d parked at a grocery store to avoid detection, as there ‘literally’ was no closer inconspicuous spot. At least, there wasn’t according toHarlow.
As if parking by one of the fucking pack houses wouldn’t have been a good enough option?! Like, they’d passed some and there had been cars!
Why the hell had he let the man drive after being stitched up?! Oh right…he’d felt so fucking sappy after the man had practically confessed how he felt, without actually saying ‘I love you’, that he’d pretty much been ready to say yes to whatever the fuck Harlow had asked him. Foxx should have remembered that while the man could be unbearably sweet, the fucker was just as petty as he was.
“I do not pout!” Harlow snapped, grimacing a bit. No doubt from the discomfort of the stitches.
Wearing a new shirt, but no jacket, the man’s knives were visible on his wrist, and there was a gun on his hip, attached to his belt. While the man had both a backup chest holster and sheath for his sword, wearing either was just not possible right now with his wounds.
Wounds aside, the dhampir must have gotten the good ass pain meds, as he was only wincing here or there. They’d also gotten some antibiotics. Beyond belief…it did appear that the wounds had been starting to fester… Which was something they probably should tell Doc.
“Rightttttt. You parked us miles and miles and miles away because you AREN’T pouting.”
Harlow grinned smugly. “I parked us miles and miles away so we could remain undetected.”
“BULLSHIT!” Foxx snapped, glaring before he gasped, stopping in his tracks. “BY THE GODDESS! This is our first fight! Do you know what that means?!”
The dhampir’s grin dropped away to pure bafflement, his brow pinched, his eyes scrunched up as he stared at Foxx. “Brat…when have we not fought? Not that I don’t enjoy it…but…”
Foxx huffed. “We bicker! There is a difference. And not first overall fight, I meant first fight as a couple!”
