“Well?” Harlow huffed.
“You don’t need to know, old man!” Foxx snapped.
Alastair snickered. “Not so fun when you’re the one being ignored, now, is it, hunter?”
He rolled his eyes.
The man just smiled and turned away. “So, tell me…everything I’ve missed. On top of your freak of a boyfriend being a dhampir thing.”
Foxx sighed. And then he just started talking, telling the vampire everything, starting with Harlow’s kidnapping. What Foxx left out was everything connected to Maverick…along with,interestingly enough, the missing memories he was dealing with surrounding dhampirs.
Alastair looked a bit shocked by the time Foxx had finished. “He's already registered…and the council hasn’t…done anything yet?”
“Not that I am aware of,” Foxx grumbled.
“We also haven’t really left home much, so maybe they just haven’t had the opportunity?” Harlow pointed out.
Alastair hummed. “I mean…I suppose that could be the reason… They wouldn’t dare try to force their way in here, not if they want to avoid Gabriel’s wrath.”
“Gabriel, as in the owner of the Inner Village, right?” Harlow asked.
“Yes,” Foxx confirmed before explaining. “I suppose, while I told you about the contracts, I didn’t go into detail about the importance of it, or rather, of who. Blatantly going against a phoenix, especially one as old as Gabriel, would be equally as dangerous in their eyes as going against one of the originals.”
“But they have done that before, haven’t they?”
Alastair was the one to frown now. “I don’t think I can recall the last time they pissed off any of the siblings.”
“He wasn’t there at the time. And I imagine news of what happened didn’t go far,” Foxx slowly said, as if he wasn’t sure of his words. “No…he wasn’t. I think he was…gone that entire year.”
“What year?” Foxx’s friend asked with a frown.
His boyfriend wrinkled his nose. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that. I saw something Daydric didn’t want me to see, and he took the memories from me. Including the memories I had of coming into contact with an unchanged dhampir. They only came back when I realized that Harlow was one. Too late, might I add.”
Harlow snorted. “Yeah, I’d say realizing right before I attacked you probably wasn’t the best time.”
It would have very much been better if Foxx had realized before he’d gotten there. Then maybe he could have brought back up or something. Harlow hated to think about it, but part of him couldn’t help but consider what would have happened if Foxx had gotten there earlier…when he’d been on a rampage. How close had he come to killing Foxx?
“It would have been convenient if I had remembered sooner, I’m sure.” Foxx sighed.
“You should tell Daydric what’s going on,” Alastair stated as he lounged back, resting against the arm of the couch.
Tell…Daydric… Nooo… No, no, no, no. That would be a no from Foxx on telling Daydric anything at the moment.
“I…” He hesitated and then lied. “I’m not sure it’s the right time yet.”
His friend rolled his eyes. “No, what you’re not sure of is what he’ll do once you tell him.”
No, it was more that Foxxknewexactlywhat he’d do…
“I’m surprised you didn’t tell him.”
Alastair shrugged. “I thought about it. But I knew you would be mad if I had.”
“I would have.”
“And I also knew Daydric would have likely just eliminated Harlow before things became a bigger problem. Which would have made you sad.”
“He would’ve, and I would have been sad.”
