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A laugh burst from Foxx’s mouth as Harlow pulled them into the parking lot of the park, and he spotted Mari and her crew, along with the vans and the slew of other large vehicles.

Well, it was Mari, but she appeared to be at least forty or more years younger. Still as slim as she was before, the lines on the witch’s face, and around her eyes were gone, and her white hair was now blonde.

Her full lips stretched into a bright smile, as the woman stood surrounded by a group of tall, burly, and ‘scary’ looking men—ten in total.

Notably, to her right, looking just as pale as her, there was a blond man that shared her nose, cheekbones, and full lips. Foxx could only guess that he was her grandson. And to her left, if his nose wasn’t wrong, was a black-haired werewolf.

He had to say, usually one would find it a bit odd to see a werewolf standing amongst a bunch of witches willingly, but then, there was Sephira and her son, so it was becoming more normal to him.

Harlow scoffed. “Witches and their love of changing their appearance.”

The dragon cleared his throat. “So is it only sticky stuff that bothers you? What about?—”

“GAVIN, SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE TOUCH THING!” the dhampir bellowed as he put the car into park .

Snickering, Foxx threw his seat belt off and jumped out, rushing towards the group with a giggle. “I knew it was a disguise!”

Her smile widened as he reached her. “Not a disguise, both are very much me, cutie.”

“Hell, I realized you had gotten yourself into some shit when I saw the blood, but they look like they fucking bathed in it. Just a whole mess of nightmares coming right towards us,” the blond man mused, his accent clearly southern.

It was curious that Mari didn’t have one, but then, he supposed, depending on how old she was, she could have had various accents at one point and just lost them along the way. Foxx may likely lose his at some point in the future, but who knows. He’d much prefer it if he didn’t.

“Don’t be rude, Elliott,” Mari snapped.

With an accent just as thick as the first man’s, the wolf laughed and said, “Nanna, is it rude if it’s the truth? They all smell of death.”

“Was there a reason we needed to get out?” Harlow asked with a sigh.

“Because it’s rude to not introduce ourselves, of course!” Foxx huffed.

Gavin cleared his throat. “So, I was thinking?—”

“GAVIN!” Harlow hissed, his double fangs flashing. “Ask me one more time about anything, I dare you.”

“Holy fuck, a dhampir,” the werewolf rasped softly.

Mari cackled, ignoring the two men who were bickering, and responded to what he’d said. “Not only to introduce you, but the ones you saved wanted to see you. Though those in a more critical condition are already on their way to the hospital, if they're not there already. But let me introduce you to my boys, so they can drive the rest there, while we drop off the dangerous five, and then we can go bake!”

“Yay, baking!” Foxx bounced happily, waving at the vehicles behind them. “Hello!”

He smiled as he heard the clearly tear-filled and muffled thank you’s that came from the direction of cars.

“I wanna bake,” one of the men behind her grumbled. It seemed every one of them had an accent .

“We can on a different day, dear.” She patted the brown-haired man on the chest. “Now, to my right, we have my grandson, Elliott.” She pointed towards the blond-haired witch. “To my left is Everitt, a close friend of his. The pouting brown-haired man behind me is Denver—” The woman went on to name each and every one of them, before finally saying, while waving towards them, “And boys, these fine gentlemen are Harlow, Foxx, and Gavin.”

“With the introductions out of the way…let’s go!” Foxx said with a laugh as he spun around, hurrying back to the car while chanting, “BAKING, BAKING!”

Harlow sighed, obviously following. “Can I at least assume you intend to let us wash before we bake?”

“Total germaphobe,” Gavin sang.

“GAVIN!” the dhampir roared.

“I want to go in, because I haven’t met Day before, and I feel I should, since you all obviously know him. You have mentioned him before, and I feel I should have a face to go with the name. Also, his name is literally my adoptive sire’s nickname, so… I feel it is fate,” his boyfriend explained, sounding completely illogical and insane.

Harlow’s face twisted as he tried to rationalize what Foxx had just said. “I’d rather you not get shot because you, a vampire, walked inside covered in blood and gore.”

“Oh, let me go in!” Gavin laughed. “Day knows me.”

He snorted. “He has also tried to shoot you before.”

“Yeah, but that was after I broke his TV, and possibly stole something.”

Foxx sighed. “Maybe we should call Tony first and have him tell Day we are here? And then just have Mari send the people in?”

That probably would be the best idea. He went to admit that, but his phone started ringing. Harlow pulled it out of his jacket, eyeing the number. Though there was no name listed, he knew it .

Carefully sliding his finger across the screen, he met Foxx’s proud smile as he successfully answered and grunted, “Yes, Day?”

“Harlow, if you and your fellow fuckwits don’t stop drawing attention to my motherfucking Guild—” The man let out an enraged growl, before roaring, “Get your fucking asses in here!”

The man hung up.

“Well, that was rude,” Foxx huffed.

Harlow chuckled. “Yep, let’s go piss him off further by walking in just as he told us to. Because I know damn well he can’t tell we are covered in blood right now.”

Foxx giggled. “Yes!”

“I kind of wish most of this blood wasn’t my blood, it feels less badass.” Gavin sighed.

“Sucks to suck!” The vampire laughed as he hopped out.

“Sucks to suck,” Harlow repeated on getting out as well.

Walking over, he wrapped his arm around Foxx, smirking as Mari got out of one of the vans, a knowing smile on her face. While she wasn’t as coated as they were, she was splattered well enough.

“You two are dicks,” Gavin grumbled when he joined their bloody group.

Harlow had to say, he couldn’t wait to see Day’s face.