Nora's POV
Every nerve in my body screams danger as the familiar scent of sulfur crawls through the air. My stomach lurches violently, worse than any morning sickness I've experienced since starting the anti-nausea potions. The cheerful sounds of the bar fade beneath thunderous footsteps that seem to echo from the depths of Hell itself.
I possess the knowledge you seek, Nora.
"Absolutely not," I snap, my palms hitting the table with enough force to rattle our glasses. "You're lying through your teeth."
The sulfurous stench vanishes instantly, replaced by the normal sounds of laughter and music filling the space around us.
"What the hell are you yelling at?" Reina's eyes dart around the room while her hand slides toward her jacket. "Is there a demon in here?" Her fingers hover over what I know is a concealed blade.
"I'm not entirely sure," I admit, feeling my heart hammering against my ribs.
