Nora's POV
"Excessive?" I step backward, tilting my head. "Absolutely not."
"It might be a bit overwhelming," Jill says, then grimaces. "That's an enormous amount of garland and ornaments."
"Close to a thousand dollars worth," James mutters, and I shoot him a sharp look. We're standing in the foyer, where Jill, Reyna, and Ophelia have just arrived. We're heading to the Shadowhaven for lunch, and I need to speak with Charlette. She has another conference with the packmaster from the neighboring werewolf territories, trying to identify whoever conceived the ridiculous notion of declaring war against us on our home ground.
