Foxx sighed. He probably should change the way the man could answer… They’d likely be at risk of missing calls if he didn’t.
Holding it to his ear,Harlow said, “What is it, Charity?”
He didn’t bother putting the phone on speaker, as they could both hear it at normal volume anyway. At the same time…Charity didn’t need to possibly hear Alastair.
“Hello to you too, bumble bee. It’s time to get back to work. But luckily, you get to stay in the state. I have a nest for you to take out in Morison, which is only about an hour and a half away. So, not too far, but warning, it’s a large group. And…” Charity hesitated.
“What? What is it?”
She sighed. “That last big attack has set tensions high. I haven’t mentioned it, but there have been a few cases where we’ve had to deal with humans trying to ‘help’. In this case, you have a police barricade keeping back an angry mob.”
Harlow looked over to Foxx. Foxx mouthed, ‘mob’?
“What a fucking mess. What did they do? Also, I thought we were supposed to stay away when humans are involved.”
“They aren’tinvolved,” she snapped, before grumbling, “they are just stupidly risking their lives in some self-righteous bullshit.”
“I’m surprised the nest hasn’t attacked. They should have noticed they are being cornered.”
“Oh, they have. But Tony managed to enlist the help of a werewolf pack about thirty minutes out. I believe you both know them.”
Morison…that’s in the same direction as… “Santiago’s pack is involved?”
“Correct, bumble bee. And they have so far managed to keep them back without killing. And as I’d rather they not have to deal with the fallout that would come with killing one of these biters, I need you two to get there as quickly as possible. Because death warrants in place or not, they are not hunters, and they do not have the protections you two do.”
Yep…because warrants or not…if Santiago or his wolves ended up killing one of the vampires, there would be a trial. And they all knew it would put whatever wolf involved at risk from human fanatics. “We’ll set off now.”
“Good…but like I said…hurry… As again, the vampires are not the only problem. While the werewolves are keeping the vampires back…it doesn’t seem to connect in these pea-sized brain-dead humans that attacking the werewolves, who are the only thing standing between them and the murderous vampires, is beyond idiotic,” she hissed, her voice rising in pitch with each stress-filled word. Charity then took a deep breath in and out, and continued a bit more calmly. “It’s a mess, okay. The town is small and full of churches. I think you can catch my drift on what their sentiment towards paranormals was before all this shit went down. So, watch your asses, don’t kill any dumb humans, and yeah, take care of the problem. Just try to calm things down.”
“I’ll handle it…” He ended the call. It took him a few tries to actually get it to disconnect, but he did it. Fucking technology… Wait…only thirty minutes away…
“So, it’s not just Maverick we have to worry about,” Alastair sighed.
His vampire grimaced. “He knew what he was doing when he poisoned those people.”
“If Santiago’s pack is only thirty minutes away, that means…”
Foxx smiled. “That means the cabin is only thirty minutes away!”
“Day trip?” Harlow suggested.
“Day trip!” The vampire giggled.
Harlow grinned, and clicked on the globe on his screen, knowing it was the browser. Slowly, he typed in West Gally… His grin grew as he read a list of current events. “There’s a craft festival currently going on through Monday. So, five possible days to go still.”
“Really?!” Foxx beamed. “Oh, look at you, Mr. Technology! Using your internet! I’m so proud!”
He snorted, rolling his eyes at being praised for such a ridiculous thing. “I’ve been practicing. And yes, really, a wood carving festival. It goes until midnight tonight, and it’s just now 2:30. By the time we are done, it should still be running.”
“OHHH! We can just wipe them out, go shower at the cabin, and then head straight to it!”
“You two are really just talking about killing people and having fun in the same breath,” Alastair said, sounding slightly disgusted.
Foxx huffed. “Well, we have to plan out dates when we can, between our job, the psychologist appointments, and waiting for the council’s slow ass to show up!”
The vampire’s eyes widened. “Psychologist?!” the man cried. “You are actually seeing someone?!”
“Well…sort of… We’ve only seen him once so far… And really, he’s Harlow’s psychologist… I was just…pulled into it.” Foxx started to glare at the other vampire, who now had a bright ass smile on his face. “DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK SO BLOODY HAPPY ABOUT IT?!”
