She saw him, lifted her hand his way, and screamed, “No!”
A bright blue flash obliterated everything and he was out of her mind, back in bed, gripping Delilah to him in a hold that he forced himself to relax or he’d break her fingers.
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?” she chanted, moving in a way he knew she wanted to turn, so he let her go and she did so, facing him, eyes open and scared.
“I was there,” he told her.
“Where?” she asked on a soft pant, her breath coming fast, the fear still clinging, making the air around them heavy, sticking in his throat.
“Your dream,” he answered.
“Shit, I dreamed again?”
Fuck, she didn’t remember.
“Yeah.”
She shook her head on the pillow, but it wasn’t in the negative. She was just doing it, probably to clear the fear that still had a hold on her.
“A street. Bodies. Blood. You standing there. A vampire with you,” he explained her dream.
“You got in?” she asked, her eyes growing wide, and he held her gaze.
“You don’t remember?” he asked back even though he knew the answer.
She shook her head again.
“Nothing?” he pressed.
Her eyes went unfocused as her body stayed tense and he waited. He was used to this whenever he’d ask her to try to remember her dreams.
She refocused and relaxed against him. “No, baby, nothing.” She pushed closer, her hand on his chest between them. “But you got in?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Saw what I said I saw.”
“Blood. Bodies. A vamp?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“A good vamp?”
“Not even close.”
He felt her shiver and gathered her closer.
“Was Leah there? Sonia? Callum? Lucien?” she went on.
He shook his head.
Her brows drew together. “Just me?”
Just her. Just her, an evil vampire, and a street full of dead humans.
Abel did not like this.
“Just you,” he said quietly.
“Why would I be alone?” she asked.
“No clue,” he answered.
“I wouldn’t,” she told him, pressing even closer and pulling up so her face was near his. “I wouldn’t, honey. No way would I be alone. You wouldn’t let that happen. None of The Three would. So this dream can’t be premonitory.”
He hoped like fuck she was right.
He didn’t reply.
“It’s just me freaking out about all the shit that’s going down,” she assured him.
It could be.
Though, no shit was going down.
They’d been at the compound now for a week and dick was happening.
Not dick, precisely.
He was training with Callum and his family.
Lucien and Stephanie were working with Xun and Wei.
Chen and Jabber were getting better.
Hook had caught the eye of some female vampire two days earlier. They’d then disappeared behind her door in the south wing and no one had seen them since. All they knew was that four bottles of Jack had been delivered to that room, as well as sandwiches, steak dinners, made-to-order omelet breakfasts, and a bottle of caramel syrup.
So they actually did know what was going on between those two. Abel just refused to think about it even though Delilah thought it was hilarious and shared with him that she was glad her father had found someone with whom he could “pass his time.”
Poncho had left days earlier, saying he had an errand to run, but Abel knew it was to go back to New Mexico to meet with his aunt. Abel had gotten progress reports, including the fact Poncho made it home safely. He had to pass some test that involved a goat and a snake (he didn’t give specifics and Abel didn’t ask), and once he did, Abel would hear from him again.
With Hook hooking up and Poncho gone, Moose had lost it the day before, unable to be cooped up, even on a twenty-five-acre compound, not without his crew there to help pass the time. Jabber didn’t do it for him considering Moose was not a man prone to bedside vigils at all, but definitely not when they included listening to a biker bitch about how he wasn’t allowed to move around, have a smoke, or down a bottle of Jim Beam.
Moose had roared off on his Harley, saying he’d be back after he found himself some bourbon, a brawl, and a bitch.
Other than that, and the fact that they’d heard nothing from Serena and Yuri had disappeared, according to Gregor “to see to something important,” zero was happening and Abel was feeling like Moose.
He was restless.
If it wasn’t for Delilah’s insatiable need for orgasms, Abel’s need to give them to her, and Callum’s training, he’d be going out his mind.
He sensed the same with Delilah.
What they had was not the wild and free she wanted.
She was wild, that was certain. She took his dick and gave back all she could any way he wanted. She was up for adventure. She was up for anything.
And he loved that.
But outside of her getting off in another way, that being watching him transform to wolf and train—something she didn’t hide seriously turned her on—and the minimal training in basic moves that Xun and Wei were giving her, Leah, and Sonia, there was nothing wild and free about eating off fine china and fucking in a bed that some human servant made for them after they left it.
“Abel?” she called, bringing him back to her.
He gave her his attention, rolling to his back and pulling her on top of him.
“Yeah. Maybe it’s nothin’,” he muttered.
She slid her hand up to curl it around his neck and dipped her face close.