Nora's POV
My heart hammers against my ribs as the weight of everything crashes down on me. James appears beside me instantly, his cool hand finding mine.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
I take a shaky breath. "Just need a moment. Everything feels like too much right now."
His fingers intertwine with mine, offering silent comfort. "Would some wine help?"
"God, yes."
He presses a gentle kiss to my temple before disappearing into the kitchen. I sink back into the couch cushions, closing my eyes and trying to slow my racing thoughts. When I finally sit up and reach for my purse, James returns with a glass of sweet Moscato.
The wine burns slightly as I take a large gulp, but it helps settle my nerves.
"The Vampire Council," I begin, meeting his dark eyes. "They're really pressuring you to join?"
"They've been trying for a long time," he says, settling beside me. "Apparently my age and influence in the vampire community makes me valuable to them."
