Amy woke at 4:00 am. It wasn't intentional, she just couldn't sleep. The sight of Marcus with his teeth imbedded in Ivan's throat made her think of pure s*x. His eyes, at the moment he gazed up at her, were the amber glow she'd dreamed of. It was like nothing she had ever felt. Lying in bed for thirty more minutes did not dispel the alluring visual. She decided to leave the room. As she stirred, Alba touched her hand with a cold wet nose and a low whine, "I'm going to take a walk. Go back to sleep. You need to rest for the babies." Amy had awakened knowing that none of what happened the night before was a dream. Speaking to Alba just seemed natural. Yesterday she was sane and today she lived in an insane world. She could accept that, not that she had a choice. Amy put on a loose shirt and
