“We gave it to Doc.” Foxx pulled a small tube filled with blackish, brownish, murky blood out of his pocket and set it on the table. “Doc filled this up for me… Just in case something happens to him. We figured you’d hold on to it.”
After discussing it with Harlow, they’d decided that with Harlow likely being a target for Maverick, it was best to not keep it with them.
Tony eyed the vial. Picking it up, he held it out to Charity. She blinked and slowly took it with a frown. “Harlow, and by proxy, Foxx, are likely on Maverick’s radar. But so am I. You are, however, an unknown to him, Charity. And he has no reason to think you have formed any sort of attachment to Harlow. In fact, from what he knows of Harlow’s personality, he would never imagine you’d hold any sort of importance to the man at all.”
“I feel…” Harlow mused with a smile. “That there was an insult in there somewhere.”
“There definitely was,” Foxx snickered.
“I feel the insult was more towards me,” Charity huffed. “Harlow, you better at least care about my ass to some degree!”
Glaring, the woman pulled out what appeared to be a leather lip gloss holder. Opening it, she switched the blood vial with the lip gloss inside, snapping it shut before dropping everything back into her purse.
“Well?!” she snapped when the dhampir remained quiet.
Foxx glanced at Harlow, and found the man eyeing her. “You…are…a person that is…one of my things.”
Charity gasped sharply. Choking on air, she began to cough.
Tony, on the other hand, threw his head back on a laugh. “Charity, that is as good as it’s going to get, I’m afraid.”
Foxx giggled. “I mean, it could be worse. At least your declaration didn’t come with a threat to kill anyone who dared to try to date you.”
“What?!” the woman croaked, sounding alarmed.
He just smiled when he felt the glare coming from his right, and began snickering as his chair was dragged sideways, an arm sliding around his waist.
“As if you didn’t love every fucking threat I made,” Harlow growled. “You love me, remember, brat.”
Foxx huffed as he faced him. “But I was denying it at the time, so like, really, besides being slightly turned on, I also wanted to smack you. Though, the smacking thing is really an ongoing battle of wills.”
Harlow smirked. “Since when have you ever held back, brat?”
“Since I started dating a dirty old man who likes to kiss my ass.”
“I mean, there is just so much to kiss,” Harlow murmured as he stood. The man’s hand slipped around and down, his other joining it as he cupped Foxx’s ass.
“There will be less to kiss if you keep biting it.”
“It’s not like I actually take a full bite. Just a nib?—”
“No more!” Tony snapped.
Foxx blinked, glancing over at the two humans. Eyes wide and looking startled, Charity’s cheeks were flushed. Tony, on the other hand, just seemed angry. The vein on his forehead was bulging in a slightly concerning way. And…it wasn’t the first time Foxx had noticed the vein there… Maybe the man should get that checked out…
“For fuck’s sake, did you two forget you weren’t alone?!” the man hissed.
“Less that we forgot,more just a lack of caring,” Harlow said blankly with zero shame.
Tony scoffed in disgust. “Returning to the topic at hand. You need to be careful, Harlow.”
He rolled his eyes. “I feel like I’ve heard that way too often lately.”
“Stop pissing people the fuck off and maybe you’d hear it less,” the human snapped.
Charity cleared her throat, her face a bit flushed. “I mean, to be fair, it’s not as if he could control the dhampir thing.”
“Yeah, that's more about what his parents did than him,” Foxx snorted.
