Harlow chuckled. “Are you?”
“Yeah…” The vampire’s shoulders sagged.
Foxx was kind of cute this way too, he supposed. “Why don’t we have some delivered to the guard desk?” Harlow suggested.
“Should we?” Foxx brightened up a bit. “Thereareprobably some other things we need… Oh, maybe we can have Charity get it for us, so we can avoid even having to walk down?”
“Sure, why not?” He smirked. “Charity did say to call if we needed something.”
The woman would likely be overly, and annoyingly, thrilled that they’d called her.
“Okay!” Foxx giggled, before suddenly crying, “WAIT! I’m supposed to be yelling at you about the cameras!”
Harlow grimaced. Dammit…he’d been so close to pushing those damn cameras from Foxx’s mind! “Why yell when you can snuggle with me while waiting for your cookie supplies to come?”
“COOKIES WON’T COVER UP YOU INSTALLING THIRTY-FIVE BLOODY FUCKING CAMERAS, OLD MAN!”
He winced as Foxx bellowed, and thenstupidlycorrected him. “Well, technically, it’s thirty-eight.”
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT BETTER!?!”
“No…I suppose it doesn’t.” Harlow cleared his throat, trying to think about how to divert Foxx once again. “AH! You know, we probably should get Micah out of my trunk.”
“HE WILL LIVE!”
“But, I mean… Question… Why did we not just kill Micah, again?”
“Because—” Foxx cut off, the vampire’s eyes going wide. “FUCK! You’re right, we need to get him out now.”
“What?” Harlow blinked, baffled that it had worked.
“Your cabin. We need to go to your cabin.”
“Why…?”
“Because we don’t know if any of his people got away!”
Harlow’s eyes widened at the implication. “That would be bad, I imagine.”
“It would be a fucking nightmare! Even if they are too young and ignorant to know what you are, they would know something was wrong. We can’t risk them talking to anyone.”
He grimaced. “But why go to my cabin?”
Foxx rolled his eyes. “Where else are we going to torture him?”
Harlow sighed. “Fine…fine.”
“Well, congrats, Harlow, you must be so proud of yourself for successfully distracting me from the cameras, you ass.” Foxx huffed. “I just wanted to make cookies and rant.”
The vampire glared.
He gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry?”
“You will be, once you are locked in a car with me with nowhere to go,” Foxx chimed viciously, before snapping at him. “Now, don’t move! I need to go and change into something that DOESN’T show my neck. We’re just lucky that Alastair didn’t notice!” Hmphing, Foxx stormed off.
“Should…have just let him make cookies and rant…” Harlow groaned aloud when the man disappeared upstairs.
Alastair bit his thumbnail,staring blankly as his mind spun around and around. Something…was going on with Foxx. Obviously, something was wrong. But what?! He had been afraid of something… Of what?! Of him?!
