Nora's POV
Several thoughts crash through my mind as I fight to keep my expression blank. How in hell is he tracking our license plates? And secondly, did he just say what I think he said?
"Are you serious?" My eyebrows shoot up. "You care more about what people think than the fact your sister might actually be a killer? I don't think you were just dropped as a baby. You were thrown. Hard. Multiple times."
"This is not a joke," Phoenix snarls, stepping closer with his hand raised like he might strike me. Before he can even process what's happening, James materializes between us, his fingers locked around Phoenix's throat.
"Have you forgotten what happened the last time you touched my wife?" he snarls, fangs gleaming.
"James, easy," Winston says, appearing beside us in a blur.
