Nora's POV
The wind batters against the house, howling through the fireplace like a wounded animal. I shift restlessly, pulling my knees to my chest as the chill seeps through my bones. The fire died hours ago, leaving the room frigid and unwelcoming. I press closer to James, but his skin feels like ice against mine from lying uncovered all night. Tugging the blankets over both of us, I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself back to sleep. It's barely past seven, and exhaustion still weighs heavy on my limbs.
Sleep evaded me for most of the night. Every time I started to drift off, the fear would creep back in that Chad might invade my dreams again. Part of me actually wanted him to show up. I've already spilled the truth about my father's identity, so now he just needs to drag his demonic hide here so I can kick his ass.
The specifics of how I'll accomplish that remain fuzzy, but I'll figure something out. I always manage to, don't I?
