Nora's POV
"Hey there," I call out, wobbling slightly as I step through the front door. Why did I think wearing heels tonight was smart? More importantly, why did I think that second margarita was a brilliant idea?
Right, because on top of dealing with a vengeful necromancer bent on destroying my life, I now have a demon hunting me too. And there's a decent chance they're collaborating.
Zerra bounces excitedly around my ankles, and I pivot toward James, nearly losing my balance. His quick reflexes catch me before I can hit the floor.
