Vanessa Winthrop lay tossing and turning on her bed. She had been awake for over two hours now and judging by the slow humming of the creatures that ruled the night, she could tell that dawn was close.
She glided closer to Ethan's body and listened to his slow breathing. He was stark naked except for a duvet that covered the lower part of his body and a small part of his torso.
His body was a beautiful work of art. Vanessa had always thought that if Ethan had been born at a time when gods still ruled the earth, he would have definitely been a god.
For a greater part of the night, she had stayed awake thinking about him, about them. Her head was filled with thoughts of everything that could go wrong with this her new alliance. If it ever got out, Vanessa knew she was finished. There was no recovery from something like this.
