Nora's POV
James's voice cuts through the stillness of the night, deep and resonant as it bounces off the walls of our home. I force myself to swallow the lump in my throat and straighten my spine, staring at the empty space where Dmitri had been standing just moments before.
I had no other option. What else could I have done?
My breath escapes in an unsteady exhale, and I blink several times before turning toward my husband. His beautiful face is etched with concern, the same anxiety that mars both my father's and Hugo's expressions.
Only I could manage to cause stress for an archangel, the devil himself, and an ancient vampire all at the same time.
