Nora's POV
"To review your petition to leave?"
"Yes." I draw in a steadying breath, fighting to keep my composure. James can detect every shift in my heartbeat, and I refuse to let him hear my fear. "I need to change before I head out."
"Change?" His gaze travels over my black leggings and sweater with obvious confusion.
"Traditional robes might make a better impression on the Grand Shadowhaven. Though since I'm done trying to be their perfect little witch, maybe it doesn't matter anymore." I shake my head slowly, the weight of my decision settling heavier on my shoulders.
"Are you okay, my love?" James traces his fingers along my collarbone, his touch sending shivers across my skin as he moves up to cup the back of my neck.
