Nora's POV
I extend my legs across the lounge chair and lean back, letting my eyes drift closed as I lift my face toward the golden warmth above. The sun feels incredible against my skin after spending so much time in James's darkened house.
Here on the rooftop terrace, I can finally breathe. Evangeline pads gracefully along the wrought iron railing while Mack has claimed the chair beside mine, his black fur soaking up every ray of sunshine. We're all basking in this perfect afternoon, pretending for a moment that demons and death threats don't exist.
My lunch should arrive soon, and afterward I'm planning to retreat inside for a much-needed nap. James spent hours poring over the Book of the Beast without finding anything useful about killing demons. He did discover a chapter about banishing them back to Hell, which would be fantastic if I could somehow summon enough magical power to tear open the earth and shove the bastard inside.
