Nora's POV
Sand whirls around us as I squeeze my eyes shut, holding James tight against me. The spell Dmitri cast should fade once we touch earth again. The moment our feet hit familiar grass, James snaps awake from his trance, immediately pulling me close while his fangs extend in protective fury.
"Nora?" His grip tightens as he scans our surroundings. "What the hell just happened back there?"
"I managed to buy us more time."
"How exactly did you do that?"
My throat constricts as I force what I hope looks like a confident smile. "I reinforced Dmitri's containment spells. They should hold longer now. And that vessel I helped repair? I convinced him to transfer Famine's spirit into it instead, so you can stay here with me."
"And he just agreed to that?"
