Nora's POV
Frustration courses through me as I flip over in bed, punching my pillow harder than necessary. My body aches with exhaustion, but my mind refuses to shut down now that I'm finally lying here in the darkness.
Beside me, James remains motionless, his breathing steady and deep. Since he's cutting back on his usual blood intake, he actually needs several hours of rest tonight. Part of me resents how effortlessly he drifted into unconsciousness while I'm left here wide awake, my thoughts spinning endlessly.
The silence becomes unbearable. Careful not to disturb him, I slide out from under the covers and creep downstairs on bare feet. My mind keeps circling back to the same terrifying images from earlier. Lena's blood spreading across the concrete. Hugo appearing out of nowhere, claiming he wants to help.
I desperately want to trust his words, to believe he genuinely cares about protecting me.
That kidnapping the baby would serve no purpose for him.
