“I know that, Yuri,” Sonia returned. “And he’s half wolf. He’d never harm a she-wolf that he senses as anything but a threat. And, it goes without saying, I’ll be no threat.”

“You can’t know that,” Yuri fired back.

“I live with wolves, Yuri, one in particular who is king because he’s the shining example of all the rest,” Sonia volleyed. “I can know that.”

Yuri clamped his mouth shut when Gregor ordered, “Enough. Tomorrow we’ll discuss this again. Today we hope that Mrs. Jin will talk sense into her…” His lips curled very slightly, then he said, “Son.”

Lucien felt Callum’s eyes and he looked that way.

What he saw was that Callum was hoping.

Lucien was too.

The time was nigh. The last of The Three had been found.

That meant they were all destined to save humanity from being enslaved by immortal beings.

Or they would die trying.

And they needed to get on with it.

One way or another.

* * * * *

Abel

“So, why don’t you have an accent?”

This came from Delilah, who was lying naked on top of her naked werewolf vampire.

Suffice it to say, they had not gone down to their space to think on a change of mind of staying in Serpentine Bay and putting the lives of everyone they loved at stake. They also had not cuddled close and shared their histories.

They’d gone down to their space and fucked all afternoon.

And most of the evening.

Now, finally, Delilah had had enough and wanted to talk, this being only thirteen short hours after Abel suggested they do just that when they woke.

He wasn’t complaining. He had a more than healthy sexual appetite and it would factor that the mate destiny chose for him would have the same.

Still, he was glad they were finally talking and not fucking. They needed to get to know one another.

She was also wearing him out, albeit pleasantly, and that had never happened in his life.

“Would you like something to eat before your interrogation?” he asked.

“You swiping that lemon chicken destined for someone else’s table between round four and five was enough for me,” she answered. “And by the way, your crazy-cool speed is awesome when it comes to theft, which is something we’ll be talking about too…your non-messy ‘business.’”

She said the last word while pressing her tits deep into his chest since she’d lifted her hands to do air quotation marks.

He moved his hands from her ass to wrap his arms around her and replied, “Yeah, we’ll talk about that. But as to your lead question, you’re in a country for a century, pussycat, your accent tends to fade.”

“Mm,” she purred. “So do the boys speak Mandarin too?”