Nora's POV
"James," I whispered urgently, my voice barely audible as anxiety flooded my system. My throat constricted while my fingers trembled against my sides. "There's a demon outside. Leonard sent it."
James's eyes snapped open instantly, and he sat upright on the couch, his fangs already extending. "Where?" he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave.
Mack materialized from the shadows near the couch. "Front yard, but the first warding is holding it back."
"Which means it's here for you." James's eyes blazed with fury as he rose from the couch in one fluid motion. "I'll tear its fucking throat out with my bare hands."
"Wait," I said, raising my palm toward him. "We should interrogate it before we kill it."
