Chapters (31)
- Author’s Note
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
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“Yes,” she agreed, squeezing my elbow before letting it go. “Find Abel. Then he’ll be okay too.”
God.
I bent to her and touched my cheek to hers, saying there, “Sleep well, Jian-Li.”
“I will. You do the same, Lilah,” she replied.
I moved away and she went into Chen’s room. I stood at the door and waved when he looked to it, catching me there. He lifted his hand and waved back.
Then I took off.
I checked Jabber’s room, but Abel was no longer there. So I hauled my ass to our bedroom.
Abel wasn’t there either.
I left and went in search of him.
Although I knew there were tons of people around, they all had to be busy because they weren’t bustling about the hallways. It took me a while of roaming the halls before I found someone to ask if they knew where Abel was.
I found her, a striking brunette with curling hair and fabulous blue eyes. She seemed on a mission, but I still flagged her to stop.
She did and I asked, “Uh, do you know where Abel is? Abel Jin. The—”
“I know who he is, Delilah, but I don’t know where he is. I’ll find out,” she said, lifted the cell in her hand, hit some buttons with her thumb, and put it to her ear. She asked. She nodded. She hit the phone with her thumb again and looked to me. “He’s in with Gregor. Bottom floor, south wing, three doors in on the outside from the main wing. You want me to take you there?”
“No, I think I got it,” I replied.
“I’m Stephanie, by the way. A friend of Lucien’s,” she shared.
“Oh, hi,” I said, sticking my hand out for her to take, which she did. “I’m, well, you know who I am.”
“Yeah.” She smiled, let me go, and her smile drifted away. “I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“I’ll let you go find your mate,” she went on.
I nodded and repeated, “Thanks.”
She said no more and kept walking.
I did too and found the third door on the outside on the first floor of the south wing.
It was slightly ajar and Abel’s voice was floating out of it.
His irate voice.
“We talked about this earlier.”
“Abel—”
I recognized that voice as Gregor’s.
I stopped.
Abel cut him off. “You give my mate this. You give her family this. Just two days to put someone they love to rest. The day after tomorrow, we’ll all sit down and make plans to save the world.”
His words kinda made me want to laugh, but I choked it back.
“There’s much to go over,” Gregor told him.