He hoped like fuck she was right.

He didn’t reply.

“It’s just me freaking out about all the shit that’s going down,” she assured him.

It could be.

Though, no shit was going down.

They’d been at the compound now for a week and dick was happening.

Not dick, precisely.

He was training with Callum and his family.

Lucien and Stephanie were working with Xun and Wei.

Chen and Jabber were getting better.

Hook had caught the eye of some female vampire two days earlier. They’d then disappeared behind her door in the south wing and no one had seen them since. All they knew was that four bottles of Jack had been delivered to that room, as well as sandwiches, steak dinners, made-to-order omelet breakfasts, and a bottle of caramel syrup.

So they actually did know what was going on between those two. Abel just refused to think about it even though Delilah thought it was hilarious and shared with him that she was glad her father had found someone with whom he could “pass his time.”

Poncho had left days earlier, saying he had an errand to run, but Abel knew it was to go back to New Mexico to meet with his aunt. Abel had gotten progress reports, including the fact Poncho made it home safely. He had to pass some test that involved a goat and a snake (he didn’t give specifics and Abel didn’t ask), and once he did, Abel would hear from him again.

With Hook hooking up and Poncho gone, Moose had lost it the day before, unable to be cooped up, even on a twenty-five-acre compound, not without his crew there to help pass the time. Jabber didn’t do it for him considering Moose was not a man prone to bedside vigils at all, but definitely not when they included listening to a biker bitch about how he wasn’t allowed to move around, have a smoke, or down a bottle of Jim Beam.

Moose had roared off on his Harley, saying he’d be back after he found himself some bourbon, a brawl, and a bitch.

Other than that, and the fact that they’d heard nothing from Serena and Yuri had disappeared, according to Gregor “to see to something important,” zero was happening and Abel was feeling like Moose.

He was restless.

If it wasn’t for Delilah’s insatiable need for orgasms, Abel’s need to give them to her, and Callum’s training, he’d be going out his mind.

He sensed the same with Delilah.

What they had was not the wild and free she wanted.

She was wild, that was certain. She took his dick and gave back all she could any way he wanted. She was up for adventure. She was up for anything.

And he loved that.