Nora's POV
"She can't do it." I pull dinner plates from the cabinet, the ceramic cool against my palms. "You couldn't either. Only someone with angel blood has that ability. Pretty convenient, right?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it convenient."
I place the plates on the counter and begin carrying water glasses to the dining room, setting one at each place setting except James's. Zed follows my lead, and we work in comfortable silence preparing for dinner.
"Are you hungry?" I ask James, drawing him into the hallway where we can speak privately.
"You've lost too much blood today. Again."
"But you need to eat something."
"There's still blood in the fridge." His expression sours at the thought of drinking from a bag.
"Is it really that terrible?"
