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O nce fully dressed and cleaned up, Foxx eyed Maverick’s mutilated corpse, while Harlow searched his jacket for his backup bag of silver powder. On top of the blood and cum, there was now also a pile of used wet wipes laying on the fucker’s chest.

Finally finding what he was looking for, the dhampir pulled out the bag and dumped half on Maverick, and the rest on his bloody trophy pile. At least, that was what Foxx had decided to call it. Not that he was going to keep any of it.

Pocketing the empty bag as the powder began to smoke, Harlow held out his hand to him with a smirk. “Let’s go home, Foxx.”

Foxx slowly looked at the man, and feeling lighter than he had since Charity’s death, he smiled. “Home,” he agreed as he took the dhampir’s hand.

Together they walked back down the stairs, letting go of each other when they pushed past the double doors at the bottom.

They found Santiago, splattered with blood, sitting quietly on a crate in the middle of the large room, with a clearly naked and passed out Iggy, wrapped in a jacket, on the wolf’s lap. All around the tall man and the room were piles of bodies and broken crates—the scent of blood was thick in the air. What was slightly concerning was the police uniforms some of those bodies were wearing.

“And that’s why we didn’t tell them we were here.” Harlow snorted as he kicked at one of the uniform dead men they’d passed on their way to the werewolf. “This is going to be fun to explain. ”

“We can blame it on Maverick. Along with all of the dead humans, now that we don’t have a dragon to burn them. I saw some chemicals in the corner up there, so if we blow up the building, the problem is mostly solved. They were crooked, and he was hiding what he was. They found out, he killed them. We arrived in the chaos, found them all dead, so we went after Maverick, and accidentally blew the building up. Shouldn’t be a hard lie to push. The department here will likely want to cover up the crooked part anyway.” On reaching the werewolf, he added, “Maverick was the one who changed Iggy, by the way, Santiago.”

“That explains the why,” the wolf said while eyeing them. Santiago had an odd, almost pained expression on his face.

“Are you hurt?” Foxx asked with a frown, though he’d be surprised if any of the humans had been able to hurt the powerhouse of a man. Unless one was altered, he supposed.

“No—” The werewolf let out a heavy sigh. “—but I am afraid I now know more than I wanted to about your sex lives. I don’t think I have ever regretted destroying a spell as much as I have in the last thirty minutes.”

Harlow barked out in laughter. Foxx managed to hold his own back for a second, before he gave in and burst into giggles. “Sorry?” Foxx said, still giggling and sounding very unconvincing.

Santiago sighed again, standing with Iggy.

His humor subsided as he eyed the passed-out man, honestly happy to see Iggy in his human form. “How is he?”

“They clearly did something to him, I just don’t know what yet. Hopefully, Doc can figure it out, but for now, he is contained. We’ll have to watch and see if his progress through his transition period follows the norm.”

“Speaking of contained, or rather, how you contained Iggy…that's quite a secret you have there, huh, Santiago?” Harlow mused with a smirk.

Santiago chuckled. “You felt it, did you? I wasn’t sure if you would through the spell, but then, I suppose, while efficient enough, the barrier wasn’t that strong or hard to break…unfortunately.”

“Cheer up!” Foxx slapped the wolf on the back. “And be happy you didn’t break it sooner, as I assure you, the foreplay was much worse.”

The werewolf sighed heavily once again. “I do not appreciate the thoughts you just put into my head.”

Foxx smiled wide enough to flash one of his fangs and both dimples. “It's not my fault your imagination is running wild. Technically, I didn’t put any thoughts in your head.”

“No worries,” the dhampir snickered almost gleefully. “Because last time I checked, Iggy can’t go on a plane right now. So, whatever you are thinking will no doubt be replaced by new ones as you drive home with us.”

Santiago closed his eyes for a moment as he groaned. “We are stopping somewhere to buy earplugs.”

He frowned. “You’re a werewolf, they won’t work.”

“No, but I can at least pretend.”

Foxx giggled and started walking backwards towards the other door, his hands clasped behind his back. “Come on, it’s a long drive back! Time to burn this place down and get the fuck out of here.”

They’d finally taken care of Maverick. While they were still going to hunt down the rest, with their leader dead, they knew the others would scatter, making it harder to track them, and it would no doubt increase the possibility of them having long stretches with nothing to do. So it was time for them to go home, and face the aftermath of everything that had happened.