Marigold had the staff hustling and bustling about as they made Jack’s room more suitable for mother and baby.  She fussed about the fact that the castle had over one-thousand rooms, yet I was being cramped into his quarters with him.  We heard all about how it was done in the old days with mild amusement.  Marigold’s outrageous ranting were just the ticket to take our minds off what we’d just been through.  For Vicki and me, it was the trauma of giving blood and losing blood and then birthing a vampire child and, for Jack, it was being drained of blood and then almost killing me by drinking my blood and then joining Drake in a difficult battle followed by discovering my situation and what followed. All this within a twenty-four-hour period!Drake stuck to me like glue, refusing to leave even with all of Marigold’s scolding and carrying on.  She finally settled for him sitting at the far side of the room with his b

The more I listened to Sara’s attempts to convince Jack that she’d done the right thing, the angrier I got.  I kept myself connected to Vicki so that I could know their progress in finding Joshua.  They found the entrance to the underworld and were heading in there.  She warned me that it would be more difficult to keep connection since the surface world dealt with the third dimension and the inner world was ruled more by the second dimension.  Crossing dimensions when you’re a novice can be tricky.I explained to Vicki that I was building up a type of rage toward Sara with every passing moment and wanted to snap her neck like I’d done with Mark and his men, even though Joshua was no longer inside me.  She said that was the vampire blood taking over. When a new vampire is made, all emotions and senses are heightened to maximum and the energy level is intense.  She assured me it would level off as time passed, but warned me