Kalinda nodded, letting hersel relax in his arms. But she didn't want to close her eyes, fearful of that darkness and the dreams that would come. She tried to focus instead on Michael, on his heart beat, his breathing, but didn't seem to be succeeding much. She focused, and matched her breathing to his, and slowly, she drifted to sleep.

She didn't sleep well. She made little mewling noises, and was tense, shaking a bit. She would have tossed and turned if she could have, and she appeared pale. Her breathing became shaky. It was clear that she wasn't having pleasant dreams