No…that wouldn’t make sense. Why would Foxx be afraid of him?
It was more likely that he’d been afraid of him knowing Harlow had been changed… It wasn’t a trust thing, it couldn’t be…
It had to be about that human… Alastair rolled his eyes. Well, he wasn’thumanany longer now, was he?
But when had Foxx changed him?! Just yesterday he’d been going on about how ‘sweet’ the man was… What had happened between then and today?
He glanced down on hearing a yip. The small Pomeranian puppy bumped its furry white head into his arm. Grimacing, he slowly pulled the literal ball of fluff onto his lap, and brushed his fingers through its soft fur. “You’re…going to break my heart…just like the rest…” he said softly.
Damn Foxx for texting Daydric.
He gasped. Daydric! He’d call Daydric! The man would get to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on…and then…
Alastair sagged. And then…Foxx would be fucking mad at him for likely a century or more. He groaned and slowly flopped onto the couch, ignoring the puppy as it wiggled in his hold and started licking at his hands.
“What is going on…Foxx?”
Turning off the main road onto the bumpy gravel-covered one that would lead to Harlow’s cabin, Foxx continued his well-earned rant. “Furthermore, if someone is breaking into the apartment to kidnap and or kill us, why in the hell would they do it when we aren’t there?!”
He glanced over, his eyes narrowing when Harlow started to smile way too smugly for his liking. Thoughts of smacking the bastard rushed to the forefront of his mind.
That smug ass smile in place, and only growing wider, the dhampir drawled, “Well, in case you don’t recall, my house was blown up. I don’t know about you, but if I want to blow someone up…I don’t tend to plant bombs when the person is home.”
“Fuck you,” Foxx hissed.
Harlow chuckled. “I’ll gladly fuck you.”
“I love how you are acting like there’s any chance of that happening in the near future while those cameras are still up. Let me quickly destroy that delusion. Think again, old man!”
The smile dropped. “You’ll cave.”
“Will I?” Foxx beamed.
“We could be blown up.” Harlow huffed and crossed his arms. “Shouldn’t that be taken into consideration?”
“Could be?! Wehavebeen, multiple fucking times, Harlow! One of those times was due to your buddy, who is currently stuffed in the boot!” he hissed, before taking a deep breath.
When he spoke next, Foxx layered on the fake sweetness, a sweetness that quickly fell way to sass. “Hmm, let me think of all the times I was actually the fucking target of a bomb. Oh, what’s that? It was just during a case and not planted, and only because some human with brain rot decided to join a bloody cult!?
“So let’s see…if I’m counting right, I believe I have a total of ZERO people who are out there plotting to blow me up, while you have had two, if I’m not missing anyone. One, who again, is in the fucking car with us! So are the cameras about protecting me or you?”
The dhampir’s head tilted as he slowly said, “Both?”
“That’s not going to work, Harlow.”
“What isn’t? It’s true, right? I mean, if someone plants a bomb wanting to kill me, you would be an unintended target anyway. So, the answer is obviously both. Therefore, we keep the cameras.”
“No!” Foxx snapped. “We do not keep the cameras! I do not need to be recorded twenty-four-bloody-fucking-seven!”
“But we will, because of safety,” Harlow said with a smile.
Foxx hissed. “You are not winning this!”
“Unless you want me to be blown up?”
He spluttered. “I-I don’t want you to be blown up!”
“But you don’t want to keep the cameras that could prevent meandyou from being blown up?”
