Marceline set the device aside and leaned back in the chair, the leather cool against her spine.
The private suite held a hush that felt almost cold.....with soft beeps from the monitors, the faint rush of filtered air, the distant roll of a cart somewhere beyond the heavy door. Afternoon light filtered through half-drawn blinds, striping the floor in pale gold.
Her lower back ached in a deep, steady throb. She shifted carefully, one hand supporting the heavy curve of her belly as the twins stirred and then settled again. Hunger gnawed, sharp and insistent, but she ignored it. Habit had taught her patience where safety was concerned.
She turned her attention fully to the bed.
Adrian lay still, face angled slightly toward the window. In sleep the hard edges of him softened. The usua
