Cosmo was with them, in the backseat with Hook, and they were barely on their way before he stated the obvious: “They’ve a man inside.”

“No shit?” Abel bit out.

“Abel, on the line with Gregor. Have him lock that place down,” Callum ordered, and Abel dug his phone out.

“Tell him to get Yuri on the job,” Cosmo added.

“Yuri’s out on a mission,” Callum told him.

“Fuck, no one’s better at extracting information. But Stephanie’s no slouch.” Cosmo leaned forward as Abel connected to Gregor and demanded, “Tell him Stephanie’s up.”

“Since you’re phoning me, I can only assume that this is not going to be a cheerful conversation,” Gregor said as greeting.

“They had cameras at the meeting place. Lock the compound down. They’ve got an inside man,” Abel told him.

“It’s done,” Gregor stated.

“Place may be bugged,” Abel noted.

“Impossible. Random sweeps are done at least three times a day,” Gregor informed him.

“Then start Stephanie with the guy in charge of the sweeps,” Abel ordered and hung up.

Callum had turned from the dirt road to the narrow one when Hook asked, “Anyone know what the fuck that blue shit was?”

No one said a word.

But Abel knew.

He’d seen it before.

In a dream.

Delilah.

He had no clue how, he just knew however it was, it was her.

He didn’t share this with Hook. Instead, he looked to his left at Callum’s profile, keeping his gaze steady on the wolf until Callum glanced his way, looked back at the road, and dipped his chin sharply.

He got him.

“I’m gonna take that as that shit is need to know,” Hook said into the cab.

“Good call,” Callum told him.

They had silence until they reached the compound. Security was tightened, but they didn’t fuck around letting them in.

They drove the long drive, rounded the front, and exited the vehicles.

Callum peeled off at a call from Ryon, Calder and Caleb sticking with him. Lucien waited for Cosmo and they strolled up the steps to the front door slowly, heads bent, talking. Hook lagged behind, likely still freaking out. Wei and Xun drove on to put their bikes in the garages that were detached from the main house.

So unfortunately, it was Abel who went through the door first.

He saw her just inside and she looked sweet. Red Harley tank, tight, some rhinestones, the letters stretched out across her tits. Shorts, ragged hem and cut short as in short, affording a nice view of lots of leg. Hair wild, like it was when she just woke up.

And eyes flashing in a way-the-fuck-pissed-off kind of way.

That was all he took in before he had to duck, seeing as she threw something at him.