Nora's POV
"There you are." James sits sprawled across our living room couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. One of my steamiest romance novels rests open in his lap, the cover featuring a shirtless man that makes me blush every time I see it. Mack has claimed the spot beside him, while my other familiars bask lazily in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.
"Something wrong?" I ask, kicking off my boots as I cross the room.
"Nothing terrible." He closes the book and reaches for his phone instead. "I asked Antonia to handle something for us today." He waits until I settle beside him on the couch before continuing. I scoop up Mack, who stretches luxuriously before curling into my arms. His purr starts immediately when I scratch behind his ears.
"What kind of something?"
