This meant at the current juncture, I had to keep my mouth shut.

Abel felt my tenseness. I knew it when I heard his voice get tight as he said, “It’s not even close to a suicide, man. We’ll be covered.”

“You sure about that?” Cain returned.

Abel’s voice was still tight when he answered, “Nothing’s sure in war. That doesn’t mean you sit back and wait for devastation to occur before you do shit about it. We need as much information as we can get, considering we don’t have that much of it, and even if this guy doesn’t have much either, what we get will be more.”

“I understand that, so have the people who’ve got him work him,” Cain suggested.

“They are,” Gregor butted in. “Cosmo and Stephanie are both skilled in interrogation. They just aren’t succeeding.”

“So bring him here,” Cain said to Gregor.

“They’re chipped,” Callum told him something that Cain, having been fully briefed on the situation, already knew.

“So?” Cain asked. “A chip is not going to erase what he knows on his way across the country.”

“If we move him to this location, they’ll know we have him. Currently, he’s being kept in his home, which won’t arouse suspicion,” Lucien pointed out.

“And I’ll repeat, a chip is not going to erase his memory,” Cain stated.

“Yes, but if he is, indeed, important, whatever he knows and can share they’ll also know, and they might make moves to change plans if they believe he’s been compromised,” Yuri put in. “We must know what they’re planning, not what they planned and aborted because we captured one of their men.”

Cain sat back in his chair and I watched his jaw get hard.

It was a little freaky seeing the spitting image of my man, who was sitting beside me, also sitting across the breakfast table from me. I knew I’d get used to it. It didn’t make it any less freaky.

There was a sharp rap on the door and all eyes went there. But before anyone could call the invitation to come in, the door opened and a vampire stood there.

He was looking at Gregor.

“Sir, if I can have a word,” he called.

“Nothing you say cannot be heard by those in this room,” Gregor called back, circling a hand in front of him. “Come in, Terrance.”

The vampire stepped in and started to close the door, but he also started talking before he accomplished that feat.

“We’ve had a communication from Gastineau,” he declared.

I pulled in a breath and leaned closer to Abel, who, in return, draped an arm on the back of my chair.

“His rescue attempt of Serena was unsuccessful,” the vampire Terrance went on.

“Oh no,” Sonia whispered.

“Phantom losses were significant,” Terrance stated. “He’s requesting reinforcements.”