Nora's POV
"That's complete garbage," I snap, my voice sharper than intended.
"Lower your voice," Gideon hisses, his gaze darting toward the door nervously. "The Grand Shadowhaven is still conducting business here. They're deliberating your case as we speak."
"Perfect timing," I mutter, letting my eyes drift closed. There's a strong possibility that tears are streaming down my face in the real world right now, and if they are, James will likely try to rouse me from this astral state soon.
"What brings you here?" Reyna questions, sweeping her vibrant red hair over one shoulder with an impatient gesture.
And just like that, everything crashes around me again. I part my lips but find myself speechless.
"James," I begin, then pause to collect myself. "He's been afflicted with something, and I believe he might be dying."
"Oh no, Nora." Ophelia moves closer, her eyebrows drawing together with concern. "Where are you right now?"
"At home."
"I'll come immediately."
