Nora's POV
White light erupts from my palm as I jolt awake, nearly singeing Antonia's face with raw magic.
"What the hell, Antonia?" I snap my fingers shut, extinguishing the dangerous glow. "I could have burned you alive."
"Watch it with that fire." She props herself up on one elbow, eyes narrowing. "My skin regenerates but my hair doesn't. Do you have any idea how many decades it took to grow it this long?"
"Honestly, no." Vampire hair grows at a glacial pace compared to humans. "What are you even doing in here?"
She settles back under my covers, making herself comfortable. "James made me swear something the day you married him. If anything ever happened to him, I'd look after you." Her cold hand finds my shoulder. "I'm keeping that promise."
I bolt upright completely. "You're not seriously suggesting what I think you're suggesting."
She raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Depends what you think I'm suggesting."
"I'm not sleeping with you," I state firmly.
