I get home at the same time every day. But given her condition she may have lost track of time. If you get my drift. I thought that maybe she just did...'t hear me come in. Then I remembered... I have a backup alarm on my work vehicle. The entire neighborhood knows when I am home. Motherfucker. Motherfucker!! I have a real fucking situation here! This shit is fucking intentional. What can I do besides ask the question? "So, What's going on here?" " I've been a bad bad girl" "What have you been. “You do not understand. The Council hunts down anyone with an amber mark. They see it as a threat to the Hierarchy.”I frowned and looked around. No one else was attempting to explain so I looked at Greta again. “Why? What kind of threat?”She shook her head. “Nobody knows.” She glanced at Michael. “When we were in training to be tactical backup for the Sheriffs, we were told to simply arrest anyone who has an amber mark and bring them back to Austin.”I looked at each of my Stirpi. All of their. Well one night me and those same bad influential friends were hitting the clubs but nothing was going on because it was a week night and I was buzzing a good bit after a few drinks so it was maybe about 1am and we were about to split up and head to our different homes but I still had that itch that I could not scratch myself and guys know what I mean so I call her and wake her up because she had to work the next day and be there at 7am but like I said I was little intoxicated so I asked to come. “With all the kids around, it’s just going to get worse. How are you?”“OK, I guess. I miss you two. I wish I could have been there with you.”“We do, too, Babe. But we want you to get healthy.”“I had a complete physical and saw an OB, too. They don’t normally have pregnant women here, but Doctor Barton convinced them to take me. Both the staff physician and the consulting OB say they think everything is OK, but obviously, we won’t know for sure for a while. I did gain a pound already.”“Just.