Nora's POV
"Morning, beautiful." James slides his palm beneath the waistband of my sleep pants, his touch sending warmth through my drowsy body. I stretch and turn onto my back, letting my thighs part in silent invitation. We've been back at Vivian Hill for almost a week since that venture capitalist meeting James attended.
Since I used my telekinetic abilities to extract Doctor Augusto's dental work from his mouth.
Since the stark realization hit me that crossing into darkness could happen so easily.
