Nora's POV
The persistent knocking at my front door makes me groan into my pillow. I yank the sheet over my head, blocking out the cheerful morning light streaming through my bedroom window. Usually, I love waking up to the sound of birds chirping and the promise of a new day stretching ahead of me.
Today is different. I'm exhausted and furious with James.
Evangeline leaps from my bed to the windowsill, peering down at whoever dares to disturb our peace. She releases a low, irritated growl that perfectly matches my mood. My familiar has never trusted humans, and honestly, I can't blame her for that attitude. Her previous witch died because she trusted the wrong person.
A dark blur shoots through my open bedroom doorway. Rhianna lands gracefully on my mattress, purring as she headbutts my shoulder affectionately before giving my chin a sharp nip.
"Fine, fine. I know you're all starving," I mutter, throwing off my blankets.
