Ummm, what just happened? 
 Legitimately, what the hell just happened. 
 I have no idea what's going on. First this thing happened, and then that thing happened. I can't really go into much detail because, you know, spoilers. Nobody likes them. And also, because I have no IDEA what went on in this book. Even I can't understand myself right now. So when in confusion, always go for an anecdotal analogy. 
 Once upon a time, when I was still very young and foolish, I had a one-night stand. Random, I know, but hear me out. The night before, I went into this low-key bar. It was nice and cozy. Then along came this guy- I'm going to call him G because I'm not going to take any chances. He was nice-looking. Maybe a 6-7 on my scale of 'How Hot Is He?.' He had a great personality; he bought me drinks; I bought him drinks. It was all good. We just kept on drinking (Reminder: I was young and foolish. I had a taste for hard alcohol and sadly, it was not something I would grow out for a very wrong while.But anyway, moving on.) I don't really remember anything after that. 
 What I do remember is that on the morning after, when I woke up, it was with a staggering sense of bewilderment. You want to know why? Well.. 
 1.) I woke up naked on an uncomfortably narrow kitchen bench, and not in a bed. (I warned G after to wash the kitchen utensils just in case. We don't know what could have happened. 
 2.) G was lying on top of me in a bloody TOGA of all things. 
 3.) There was a hamster cage on the next bench- and a brown hamster was cozily resting within its confines...G didn't own a hamster. But after that morning, he was the proud owner of a hamster called Butter Fingers (I got to pick the name). 
 Anyway, I'm digressing a little bit. The point is, when I woke up that morning, I had NO idea what happened. I couldn't understand how I ended up from sitting in a bar, chatting with G and then BAM! I woke up on a kitchen bench, more confused than I have ever been. (Needless to say, that's never happened again) That confusion felt on a horrible Monday morning was similar to how I felt reading Darkness Before Dawn. The whole BLOODY book left me dumbstruck. There was family drama;there was romance drama;there was pregnancy drama . Twists kept popping up like there was no tomorrow. Everything that I didn't expect to happen still happened. I reiterate: I have no idea what happened. 
 In summary: The transition from There Is No Light In Darkness (the first book) to Darkness In Dawn is similar to how I went chatting to a guy in a bar to ending up naked on a kitchen bench with a hamster and a toga-wearing guy as my companions. 
 Also, one more thing: 
 Cole. My dear sweet Cole. My amazingly imperfect Cole that Blake doesn't deserve. <3 
 YOU ARE AMAZING. 
 Sure, you might have gone off the tracks a little bit but every guy has his moments. Sweet, sexy, swoon-worthy Cole, the man of every woman's dreams and the perfect boyfriend, or husband should I say everybody wants. I've got to interject something. That man is Committed with a capital C. The love Cole had for Blake was overwhelming at times. It was part of the reason why I was so mad at Blake for cozying up to Dean in the beginning. 
 "No, I was not involved with Blake. You are not just involved with the person that causes your world to make sense. You live for that person. You breathe for that person. So no, involved, is not the word I would use to describe my relationship with Blake. 
 Blake is everything to me. She's not somebody I'm involved with, she is my reason, my everything." 
 Blake, you lucky whiner. But hey, I did remember saying in my review for the first book that Blake and Cole deserved a happy ending. They might have been the Mobsters' Version of Romeo and Juliet but they still deserved one. And I'm happy that they got it.