Nora's POV
The familiar weight of exhaustion settles in my bones as I join Ophelia, Jill, and Reyna in the warm glow of Ophelia's kitchen. After ensuring Vivien was safe, reinforcing every protective ward I could think of around the store, and casting layers of protection spells over both Starla and Vivien, we retreated to Ophelia's house. The short walk from the store felt like miles with the weight of today's attack still pressing against my chest.
I drag a towel through my damp hair, the strands still carrying the phantom stench of decay. "So fucking ready." The towel lands on the back of a kitchen chair with more force than necessary. Despite spending nearly twenty minutes scrubbing my scalp raw, I swear I can still smell the rotting mess that witch hurled at me. Another shower tonight seems inevitable.
But right now, we have Beck to deal with.
