Nora's POV
I nod my thanks as Samuel approaches our table, carrying yet another stack of dusty volumes. The Academy librarian sets them down carefully, his curious gaze sweeping over our research setup.
"That should cover everything we have," he says, stepping back with obvious interest in what we're doing.
Most of the coven members are aware of my nephilim heritage by now. They definitely know about my marriage to a vampire, even if some disapprove of a witch choosing an undead mate. Still, we maintain professional courtesy, despite the occasional disapproving glances.
If they only knew we currently have two vampires within the Shadowhaven walls. Antonia remains confined to our room, unable to venture out during daylight hours. A few rooms have specially enchanted windows for James, but we could never make the entire building vampire-safe.
Then there's the vampire in the basement, currently hosting a demonic entity. The fewer people who know about that situation, the better.
