Nora's POV
Steam pours from the bathroom as I wrap a towel around my damp hair, droplets still clinging to my skin. The hot shower helped clear my head, but the weight of our situation still presses down on me.
"While I thoroughly enjoy our intimate moments," I begin, stepping out of the steamy bathroom completely naked, "I need to figure out how to deal with this creature from Hell that's been hunting witches."
James lounges on my bed, equally naked and utterly unbothered by our state of undress. His dark eyes follow my movements as I cross to the dresser.
"Spare me the gory details," he replies with that trademark sarcasm.
I pull out underwear and a bra, trying to focus on the problem at hand. "If this Hell creature killed those other witches, there should be dead patches of earth where the murders happened, right?"
James nods, his long frame stretched across my mattress like he owns it. He reaches for my laptop on the nightstand, muscles rippling with the simple movement.
