Abel didn’t even bother asking what the Ancients were, not that he didn’t care, just that he was done with this shit.

For now.

“Further,” Callum continued, “the wolves have Oracles. I’ve spoken with them, but they say the destiny of The Three has not yet been written in the stars.”

“I’m sure you’ve impressed the importance of a phone call if that happens,” Abel noted, and Callum grinned.

“Indeed, I have.”

Jesus. The entirety of this shit was fucking whacked.

“This is a lot to take in,” Lucien said quietly. “Go to Delilah. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

That was the only good suggestion he’d heard all day.

He nodded to Lucien, gave a nod to Callum, and moved to the door.

“Take the whiskey,” Callum called.

The second good suggestion of the day.

He gave the wolf a look, changed direction, and took the decanter of whiskey.

He had his hand on the knob when Callum declared, “I do not die in this war and my queen sure as fuck doesn’t.”

Abel turned to him, and if he was another man, say a human one, the look on the wolf’s face would have him shaking in his boots.

Being who he was, what he was, and just learning what he and Delilah were facing, he did not.

He got Callum. He liked what he got. And he gave the wolf another nod.

“Leah and I the same,” Lucien said with deceptive calmness, and Abel looked to him. “And we, none of us, will allow you or Delilah to fall.”

“She likes people she cares about to call her Lilah,” Abel said in reply.

Both men stared at him.

“She’ll give you that go-ahead, my guess, tomorrow over breakfast,” Abel finished.

Lucien’s lips again twitched and Callum gave him another grin.

Abel didn’t give them anything.

He turned back to the door, opened it, moved his ass through it, and went directly to his mate.

Chapter Twelve

It Felt Like Falling in Love

Delilah

My eyes opened in the dark.

I felt exceptionally soft sheets, the most heavenly mattress I’d ever experienced, as well as even more heaven.

Being tangled up with Abel.

Entirely tangled up. Our legs. His arms wrapped tight around me, mine around him, my face in his throat, my hair scattered over my neck and shoulder as well as his.

“Sleep, pussycat,” he murmured into the top of my hair.

How he knew I was awake when I didn’t move anything but my eyelids, I didn’t know.

I just knew he wasn’t sleeping, likely from worry for me.

“He taught me how to play checkers.”

I meant Snake.

Abel knew what I meant and his arms gathered me even closer.

“When am I gonna settle in the knowledge I had that kind of love?” I asked, thinking of Snake’s words days before.