Nora's POV
"Good morning, beautiful," James murmurs, stepping away from the frost-covered window. "I expected you to sleep longer."
"Morning," I manage, my voice rough with sleep. "What time is it?"
"Half past eight."
"That's early for me." I force myself upright, desperately needing water and the bathroom. Stumbling into the ensuite, I use the toilet and drink deeply from the faucet. Every morning I wake up parched beyond belief, and I really should remember to keep water by the bed.
"Why are you staring outside?" I ask when I return to the bedroom, certain he spent the night on guard duty. Even with our protective wards, he'd sense any demonic breach immediately.
"It's snowing." His gaze returns to the glass. "I can't recall the last time I witnessed snow in daylight."
