He tightened his hold on her hand and tried again, shouting, Lilah, let me in!

Instantly, he saw it in his head. A street. Blood. Bodies. Delilah there, several feet in front of him, her back to him. A man down the street from Delilah. Classy, haughty, a look on his face that was an amused sneer. A vampire.

The man looked beyond Delilah, saw Abel, and gave a start as his chin jerked back in shock.

Delilah turned and Abel’s eyes went to her, his body growing taut at the fear etched on her face. Fear so extreme, even in a dream, he could taste it.

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.”