Gregor nodded and Abel had to give it to the guy. His expression shared he got that having that dream really wasn’t all fun and games and living with sensing it might come real was worse.

Then he prompted, “Delilah’s dreams?”

“Said she never dreamed anything that happened, but they’ve been frequent since we got together and they fuck her up.”

“Fuck her up how?” Lucien asked sharply.

“Get hold of her. Know one was good from the noises she was making, real good,” he said and knew Lucien got him from the vampire’s lip twitch. “Another, not so good, took hold. I couldn’t wake her. She eventually woke, but it was her comin’ out of it, not me making her do it.”

Lucien’s lips quit twitching as his mouth got tight.

“Does she recall them?” Gregor asked.

“No,” Abel answered and looked to Lucien. “Leah?”

“The same,” he said on a curt nod. “Be vigilant, Abel. Leah’s dreams took such hold, they nearly killed her.”

“Fuck,” Abel hissed and turned his gaze to Callum. “Sonia?”

“She had dreams, but they were only the good kind,” Callum told him.

“Lucky you,” Abel muttered.

“Don’t allow Delilah to sleep without you close,” Lucien advised, and Abel turned his attention back to him. “My connection with her was the only thing that could keep Leah safe from her dreams.”

“And you know that’ll work for Delilah, if this same shit is happening to her?” Abel asked.

Lucien shook his head.

“With certainty, no. But I would strongly advise taking that precaution.”

And Abel would strongly accept that precaution and not let Delilah sleep without him around.

“There’s more to share,” Gregor butted in, “and more to learn, most especially about you and your history.”

“How crucial is that to know at this juncture?” Abel asked.

“Not more crucial than us learning what we all need to know, that being how our enemy was able to find you and Delilah before we did,” Gregor returned.

“Yeah,” Abel snarled. “That’s somethin’ I’d like to know too.”

“We have people working on it,” Gregor assured him.

“Like you had people keeping us safe today?” Abel asked derisively.

“I lost a good man I respected today too, Abel,” Gregor reminded him quietly.

Abel clenched his teeth. His blow was low. He knew it and he had to cool it.

Gregor took a sip from his whiskey, giving Abel a moment to pull his shit together. Abel had to give that to him too. It was a cool thing to do.

Once he sensed Abel had sorted his shit, he went on.