“Still can’t feel it. Mostly.”
That would change. Likely the moment the man ran out of pills.
Harlow groaned. “Why does it feel like we’ve been driving around in fucking circles all day?”
“It’s because we are.” Foxx sighed. “From the cabin area, to Doc’s, to the cabin again and back. A constant bloody loop.”
As his normal ringtone went off, Foxx slipped his secure phone in his pocket and pulled out his actual one, answering it without checking who it was.
“Foxx, where the bloody hell are you?!” Alastair snapped. “Do you know how long I have been waiting?! Daydric spilled everything except the juicy details. So, I waited and waited some more. But did you come home?! NO! I am still waiting! Get your ass home so we can talk!”
In light of the situation with Maverick, and…Santiago, just hearing Alastair’s voice set off an avalanche of worry inside him. How long would it take for Maverick to realize that Foxx wasn’t just Harlow’s work partner?
How much more did he dare share? Even what he’d told the man before now had probably been too much…
“Alastair…could you…go to Daydric’s? Things have…gotten worse.”
The urge to hang up and call on his secure line, to demand Alastair to go to Doc’s, rose up. Would it…be so bad to give his best friend the counteragent before anyone else even got an equal chance to be protected?
He hesitated and looked to Harlow. The man’s face was grim as he shook his head.
“I…saw…” Alastair wisely said no more. “For how long?”
“I don’t know the answer to that. Please…just go. I’ll call you later tonight and tell you all about what happened with Daydric and the council, okay?”
“Okay. Love you, Foxx. Stay safe.”
“Love you too, Alastair. Please, be careful.”
He hung up with a curse before letting out a distressed whimper.
Harlow snagged hold of his free hand and squeezed it lightly before lacing their fingers together. “I know it’s hard for you to not tell him.”
“I just want him safe… To be honest, while I have other friends who I suppose I am worried about too…none of them compare to what I feel when I think of Alastair possibly getting poisoned. He was there with Daydric when I was saved. He was always there. From the beginning, he has always been by my side. The longest we were apart was the moment the world turned upside down. Daydric…refused to move either of us. Saying times were too dangerous to risk it.”
“Daydric will keep him safe. Man is God-like existence-wise… Though, speaking of him…do you think the poison would work on him or any of his siblings?”
Foxx frowned. “That would…be a nightmare scenario…but…I doubt it. The originals are vampires…yet…they are above that.”
“Ididhappen to notice he was out in the daylight without any covering.”
“Yeah, they are vampires, yet daywalkers. And the religious shit doesn’t work on them. I feel they areother. Like you are.”
“Question, could Daydric track Maverick down for us? Like just poof to where he is at, grab him, and bring him to us?”
Foxx snorted. “The man’s not a genie, Harlow. Daydric doesn’t just know where everyone is. And unless he has an exact location, or the person calls his name, he can’t just poof to them.”
“Well…that’s disappointing,” the dhampir said, sounding as if he was actually let down by it not working that way.
Foxx rolled his eyes.
Steppinginto the clinic with the human walking unblinking in front of them, they found Tony, Santiago, and Zane waiting for them with their arms crossed.
“All yours,” Harlow drawled, his gaze flicking to Santiago and Zane as they stared at the human with pure unadulterated hatred.
Zane cracked his knuckles. “No worries, he will be well guarded and safe with us.” The man smiled, baring bright white teeth and sharp canines.
Santiago snorted. “He will live.”
