Nora's POV
The knock at the front door catches me off guard. When I swing it open, my tone comes out sharper than intended. "What do you want?"
Hilary stands on my doorstep in the same borrowed body, wearing a white crop top that barely conceals the healing stab wound, baggy jeans, and suspiciously pristine Converse sneakers. Her hair is twisted into a careless ponytail and she's actually wearing makeup. The effort surprises me.
James appears beside me before Hilary can even cross the threshold, his eyes blazing as his fangs extend. I raise my hand and motion for him to follow my lead, but he plants himself firmly in place. A frustrated sigh escapes me. Even with baby Renata secured in the carrier against his chest, I know he could tear Hilary apart without getting a single drop of blood on our daughter.
"I've been spending quality time with some of your least favorite people," she begins, arching her eyebrows at James.
