“How did it feel?”
Harlow rubbed at his hands and his arms. “Like I was lifting outside my weight.”
“I think we are similar, but you are a bit stronger. I’m guessing it’s more due to you being in shape than anything. To be clear, I was shaking, but I also rely mostly on my natural strength…and my arms are…”
The dhampir snorted. “You have toned arms, but the muscle is lacking.” The man flinched when he raised an irritated brow at the jab, and quickly added, “Not saying I don’t like your arms the way they are.”
Foxx snorted.
“But…if I’m understanding you, it's likely my base strength is about even with yours, but because I work out, I’m stronger?”
“Basically. Either way, as for attacking me…you should be full. You drained Micah to the point where he probably won’t wake up without being given blood. And I’m pretty sure you only took from me because of the changes still going on in your body, and the blood burn was burning up your supply faster than normal.” Foxx blinked. “No… Well, yes… Blood burn is, in fact, purposely burning up your blood supply faster…to give yourself a boost… Yes…that’s it.”
Foxx frowned when Harlow didn’t respond to that amazing, insightful tidbit he’d just remembered. The dhampir oddly looked horrified, his eyes wide, mouth gaping.
“I-I drained Micah?!” Harlow gagged. “My mouth was…” The man gagged again.
The dhampir quickly spun, rushing over to the oddly still running sink that Foxx had just noticed, and started rinsing his mouth out.
He would have judged…but Micahwasa pedophile… Foxx definitely wouldn’t willingly bite the man either.
He waited patiently while Harlow attempted to wash away whatever he was trying to wash away…for about five minutes. “Harlow…I think it’s clean.”
“Ugh.” The man shuddered. “It’s inside me.”
Foxx barely held back his laugh. “I’m sure what you took from me made it better.”
Harlow slowly turned back around with a sigh, his face now completely clean of blood and dripping wet. “So…what do we do, besides grab thatfuckerMicah…and burn the house down?”
“Tony.”
Harlow’s brow lifted. “Tony?”
Foxx nodded. “Tony.”
Tony stared at the paperwork in his hands, trying to read the same damn sentence he’d been staring at for the last hour. His gaze flicked to his phone on his desk. Growling, he tossed the paperwork aside and just sat there glaring at it.
“Ring,” he growled. “Ring, you piece of shit!”
Tony jumped when the thing buzzed against his desk, it finally ringing. He almost flung it in his attempt to pick it up at the sight of Foxx Honeywell on the screen.
Connecting the call, Foxx spoke before he got a chance to. “Harlow is alive, but I need you to come to my apartment now.”
“What?!”
“Just come,” the vampire replied stiffly, before the fucker hung up on him.
Tony sat there for a moment, before cursing vehemently as he got up. Grabbing his coat, he stormed out of his office.
The musclesin Harlow’s back and arms seemed to spasm and tighten up while he shoved Micah in his trunk. It was odd, the man had seemed light, but…he felt like he’d just lifted something he fucking shouldn’t have.
Grunting as he stretched, Harlow then, as gently as possible, shut the back, both because he didn’t want to break his Jeep, but also because his head was throbbing enough. Even then, the clicking felt like fucking nails on a chalkboard to him.
The sound of crackling fire was loud behind them, the house well engulfed at this point. Though everything was pretty fucking loud to him at the moment. His footsteps, the wind blowing through the grass…fucking dumb ass bugs.
He eyed Foxx, who was on his phone typing away after ending his call with Tony. Just tap…tap…tapping away. Harlow’s left eye started to twitch.
“What exactly is meeting up with Tony going to do? You mentioned something about registering?” he asked when Foxx slipped his phone back into his pocket, taking a few steps towards the driver’s side.
