Nora's POV
James stuffs his suitcase with clothes while I watch from the doorway, my chest tight with anxiety. Another bag sits open on his desk, filled with office supplies and personal items. The sight makes everything feel so final. I hurry to empty the refrigerator and drag the trash to the curb for pickup later this week. We have no plans to return to Chicago anytime soon.
The weight of everything presses down on me as we slide into James's Range Rover. So many threats circle us like vultures.
My mother, dead and gone forever.
My father, the angel I'm desperate to see again.
Kevin, my elusive cousin who's been shadowing me for months but vanished when I needed him most.
The Vampire Council pressuring James to join their political games.
The Grand Shadowhaven and their suffocating rules.
Angels hunting me.
Demons using me.
And now professional witch hunters with blood on their hands.
