As Foxx watched them open the doors and load the vampires inside, he asked, “Where are you taking them?”
“Sunfall General Hospital.”
Foxx cursed. “Is that safe?”
The other officer nodded. “It’s as safe as it can be. We locked down and secured a ward. And with the city-wide lockdown in place, protesters are, at this very moment, being removed.”
As safe as it can be was…he supposed, all he was going to get.
Claws catchingon his pants leg, Iggy cursed, “Holy shit,” as he was dragged down.
Rolling to the left, his pants tore, and he just barely avoided getting gouged. Before he had time to think of some sort of plan, Oceana was suddenly there, jumping on the back of the werewolf, slamming an injector into it.
Leaping to his feet, Iggy quickly backed up, getting out of range of the tussling pair. Spinning around, intending to get even further away, he yelped as he bumped into the chest of a giant fucking werewolf in its bipedal form. On instinct, he stabbed the wolf with the injector in his hand and pressed the button, taking an instant step back as the growling started...which was when he noticed the three glowing pairs of eyes behind the werewolf he just majorly pissed off.
“Oh, shit!” he squeaked, stumbling backwards. Iggy spun around, intending to run away, but went down hard as a heavyweight landed right on top of him. With the sharp prick of claws digging into his back, Iggy slammed his eyes shut—ahh…he was going to die…
Just as suddenly as the weight came, it was gone. But yet, his fear continued to spike as someone or something wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him up. Squealing in fright as he flailed around, Iggy was about to strike out at whatever had a hold of him, when a deep rumbling voice made him pause.
“Calm yourself, blue bird. I’m not here to hurt you.”
Iggy blinked, feeling slightly breathless. With his hands balled up and pressing against a firm, thick chest, he stared wide eyed into the deep honey brown gaze of a man who looked like a literal fucking God. With dark tan skin that appeared to be natural, and a diamond shaped face, the man had a plush bottom lip, a straight, slightly upturned nose, sculpted cheekbones, and a gently dimpled chin. He also had what Iggy liked to call the perfect five o’clock shadow going on.
Adding on to all that hotness, said God-like man had some major muscles, along with this beautiful, long flowing black hair that from this close he could tell wasn’t true black, but the darkest of browns. Had someone sculpted this guy out of clay or something?!
When his gaze flicked down, Iggy realized the God had not only swept him up off the ground, but at the same time, had managed to pin and inject the giant wolf that had been on top of him as if it was nothing. Just how fucking tall was this guy? Oh, he felt small… Why did he like that?
“Uh… H-hi…I-Iggy,” he stuttered, his cheeks heating when he realized that what he’d just said hadn’t actually made sense.
The God’s brow rose. “Iggy?”
“M-my name!” Iggy squeaked. Wincing in mortification, he added, “It’s, well, Ignatius, actually, but I go by Iggy.”
“I see, I’m Santiago.” The man smiled warmly. “Are you hurt, blue bird?”
His heart fluttered a bit… Oh…Iggy could be his blue bird if that’s what the man wanted. He was fine with that.
Iggy swallowed. “N-no. I don’t think so.”
“Good.” Santiago smiled. The sight of the man’s bright white teeth, and sharp canines, made his heart do another odd little flutter—a flutter he was beginning to feel concerned about.
“A LITTLE HELP HERE!?” Oceana screamed angrily from behind them.
Santiago frowned. “Zane, Bodie, Carlo!” the man rumbled angrily. “What has delayed you?! Surely those three wolves are taken care of.”
“On it! Sorry, we just wanted to watch to see what happened!” a rather large, and thickly muscled, redhead chimed with a laugh, seeming to appear from nowhere…or maybe Iggy hadn’t been paying attention enough to have noticed him. Two others walked past with the man, but Iggy was too focused on the God to care.
Santiago slowly set him on his feet. Iggy did his best not to harden as he slid down the man’s body. Looking way up, the height difference was very noticeable now that he was on the ground. Being six foot two, running into people taller than him was… How tall was this guy?! His heart fluttered once again.
“Why don’t you stay here and let us handle the rest, blue bird?” Santiago suggested sweetly. Well, it had sounded sweet to him, as it was exactly what he wanted to do.
Biting his lip, he nodded. Sure…he would wait right here. This was…not really…his forte, anyway. Even Tony had questioned them volunteering. Iggy…just hadn’t had the heart to say no when Oceana had asked. She’d looked so determined to help… But he should haven’t said yes.
The fact was, his ass was not made for injecting people and riding out their violent attacks, which often entailed rolling and jumping around, until they passed out.
With his eyes glued to the man… No, not man, werewolf… Iggy found himself licking his lips. Perhaps…he could try a different type of riding…
Walking slowly, Harlow glanced over when Foxx once again sniffed the air and started to frown. This was the third damn time he’d done it in the last five minutes.
