But he ignored the question, as he remembered something thatwashorrible. “Fucking hell, you are going to make me have to deal with Gavin, while I have no excuse or reason to run away!?”
“He’s coming here?!” Tony asked, his voice full of understanding and dread of the horror that was Gavin.
“Yes!” Harlow snapped.
“He seemed really nice on the phone. I'm not sure why you two are so worried,” Foxx said with a frown.
Tony barked out a laugh. “Yeah, have fun with that. You may leave now.” The man waved them away dismissively with his hand.
“So much sympathy,” he hissed.
“Hey, I’m not the one who saved the kid and led him down a path of whatever the fuck his weird worship thing for you is. Now, out! Both of you! Get out of my office. Out of this Guild. Go home. Relax…or…do…your weird, creepy shit. I don’t care what you do, or where you go. Just go and do it somewhere else, because you can’t stay here!”
“Fucking hell, you suck,” Harlow growled. “Both of you!”
Charity giggled.
Foxx looped his arm through his. “Maybe we could go on holiday, and then train?! Like say, a few weeks at the cabin? You can fish, and I could watch and not touch the disgustingness. Or…we could even…start planning our future house?”
“House?” Charity gasped nosily.
Smirking, he turned the vampire around, having no intention of answering her. Foxx smiled evilly up at him, the brat realizing his plan.
“Harlow, Foxx.”
They turned back on hearing their names.
Tony smirked. “Good job!”
Harlow shuddered in disgust as Foxx sputtered, “S-shut up!”
The man burst into laughter.
“Okay, but what house?!” Charity huffed, seeming to ignore the laughing older human.
“Let’s go, Foxx. We are obviously not wanted here.”
“Let’s,” Foxx hmphed.
With that, they left with Tony’s laughter following them out… Not to mention Charity’s repeated question of ‘what house?’ echoing behind them.
“Three months,” Foxx said with a sigh as he sat back in the passenger’s seat and put on his seat belt. He pulled out his phone when it dinged multiple times, chuckling softly on seeing the texts were all from Charity.
Harlow sighed. “I guess…we should make the most of it?” The dhampir’s brow rose when Foxx’s phone dinged multiple times in a row once again. “Who is blowing up your phone?”
He smirked. “Charity, asking about our house.”
The man chuckled. “So…vacation…”
“Cabin?”
The dhampir smirked. “How about, before that, we check out the land I was telling you about? We can go home after, pack, and then stay at the cabin, I guess… Though…I mean, three months is a long time. Maybe we can go somewhere you want to go?”
“Ohh! Is the land far from us?” Foxx asked, before frowning and thinking on the last bit… “I mean, I’m fine with the cabin. Sex on the shore, sex in the grass, sex, sex, sex!” He giggled.
Harlow laughed and started the car, pulling them out of their parking spot.
As they started off down the road, the man answered him. “The plots I was looking at, I think the furthest one out is like thirty minutes away from the apartment. It’s actually in the same city where Doc lives, in Hollow Moor. It’s slightly surprising how far out the Inner Village has expanded.”
