Nora's POV
"Whoa." My hands shoot out instinctively, catching my balance. The sensation hits me like a freight train - my second experience with whatever you'd call this supernatural transportation. It feels like my internal organs are being twisted into pretzels before I'm catapulted across dimensions.
Moments earlier, I stood in my entryway, hastily touching up my makeup and hair, slipping into shoes, and snatching my purse. Then Kevin clasped my hand, and suddenly we're materializing beside an ornate fountain at what appears to be an upscale country club.
"There are witnesses everywhere," I manage, still fighting off the disorientation. The same dizziness plagued me when Shane whisked me away to that Australian beach. "We literally just materialized out of thin air."
"They won't register our arrival."
"What about surveillance cameras?"
"The footage will show a technical malfunction, similar to how your glamour magic operates."
