“Let me get this straight,” Cain started over breakfast three days later. “You’ve got some crazy Mexican witch in the back forty sacrificing a yak, or some shit, in order to get visions of what might happen, doing this either to put your minds at ease or so she can tell you what you’ve got to stop. You’ve got six other witches, my mate included, chanting over a bowl you hope will guide you to the leader of this mess. You’ve got a lock on one, and maybe five other, training camps that, right now, teams of immortals and mortals are setting up to go in and take down. And if any of this is successful, it’s going to seriously anger the enemy. You’ve also got a vampire you trust who’s cornered an enemy vampire, rescuing the concubine he was set to rape and murder but detaining him. Because of that, even though the security in this place is so tight it’s a wonder anyone can breathe, you’re planning to put The Three in danger to take all of them over two thousand miles just so Abel can interrogate this guy. A guy, mind you, who might not know anything or anything you can use.”

He took in a breath, his eyes scanning the people at the table, which included all of The Three, the rest of the family, Gregor, and Yuri, but none of the witches.

Then he finished, “Do I have that right?”

“You do,” Abel, sitting beside me, confirmed.

Cain’s eyes narrowed on his brother. “Are you insane?”

I felt Abel get tense so I put my hand on his knee and squeezed.

“No,” my man clipped.

“You are, brother. You’ve totally lost it,” Cain returned, and I squeezed harder.

We’d learned, not surprisingly, that Cain was born first.

And we were now learning, also not surprisingly, that even though he was about fifteen minutes older than Abel, he definitely had big brother tendencies.

“What do you suggest we do?” Abel shot back.

“I don’t know,” Cain retorted. “But not that.” He shook his head in frustration. “Dammit, you got all of me, why didn’t I get all of you so I could go instead?”

I understood this.

Cain didn’t have Abel’s mind-control abilities.

That was just for the last of The Three.

“I wouldn’t want you in danger either, brother,” Abel bit out.

“Yes, well, I didn’t spend a century keeping you safe, and the century before that watching our parents do it, for you to go on a suicide mission,” Cain bit back.

It was me who got tense at that.

Needless to say, when Abel shared this plan with me, I wasn’t gung ho on it either.

But he was my man, my mate, the one destined for me.

I had to have his back.