Nora's POV
"Again?" Hilary repeats, her voice rising an octave. "What exactly do you mean by again? Since when have you encountered zombies before?"
"It's complicated," I respond.
"Nora managed to raise an entire cemetery and animate every corpse into zombies," James cuts in with his usual directness.
"Okay, maybe not so complicated."
James's warm palm settles on my shoulder, his touch sending electricity through me. "If I eliminate the one controlling them, they'll collapse?"
"That's the theory," I answer, pivoting to face him fully. "Take Mack with you and hunt him down."
He steps closer, erasing the space between us before pressing his mouth to mine. "I'm not abandoning you here."
My breath catches as my eyes drift shut, my body craving more of his intoxicating kisses. "I can handle myself. If things get dangerous, I'll signal Mack and he'll alert you. Besides, I actually enjoyed massacring that undead army last time. And now I'm carrying significantly more firepower."
