Nora's POV
"If you start pulling, we're heading straight back inside," I warn Zerra, sliding my arms into my leather jacket. The afternoon sun has climbed high, and I've just arrived at the Northgrove Orchard house. James surprised me again this morning with an elaborate breakfast delivery, and I practically devoured my body weight in crispy bacon and fluffy pancakes. My stomach still feels heavy, so taking Zerra around the neighborhood should help settle everything. Despite the bright sunshine streaming through the windows, there's still a sharp bite in the air outside.
