Nora's POV
"Dear lord." Charlette draws in a sharp breath, staring at me with eyes wide as saucers. We've returned to my house and settled into the family room. James has positioned himself in the armchair closest to the fireplace, cradling Renata against his chest. She looks impossibly small nestled in his powerful arms, completely oblivious to the nightmare we just survived. The fever has broken, leaving her blissfully unaware of how close death came tonight.
"I know what you're thinking," I murmur, catching Charlette's unspoken judgment. Ophelia remains in the library, keeping vigil over Robbie until the sleeping spell lifts enough for interrogation. Meanwhile, Antonia and Winston have stationed themselves in the kitchen, undoubtedly using their enhanced vampire hearing to eavesdrop on every word we speak. I could weave a silencing spell around us, but honestly, what's the point anymore?
"You should have contacted me immediately."
