Nora's POV
"What do you think I am?" The question hangs between us like a loaded weapon. There's absolutely no way Starla could have guessed that one of my parents was an angel. Not a chance in hell.
"I honestly don't know." She wraps her arms around herself, fingers gripping her elbows tight. "My cousin had this roommate who was a witch. I thought she was just some weirdo until... well, you know what happened."
"Until demons dragged you into a basement and I showed up with an army of cats to save your ass?"
"When you put it like that, it sounds completely insane."
I shrug. "That's exactly why I say it that way."
"I asked my cousin to connect me with her roommate. We've been talking." Starla's voice drops to almost a whisper.
Here we go. I keep my expression neutral, but inside I'm doing a full-scale eye roll that would make Antonia proud. "And what did this expert tell you?"
