Nora's POV
Weeks later, my carry-on tumbles from my shoulder, hitting the hardwood floor of James's Mark Park house with a dull thud. The clock reads past two in the morning, and we've barely stepped inside after our flight from Lachlan. Our plan was simple - crash here tonight, then drive back to Vivian Hill tomorrow after I grab breakfast with Lena. Though I may have gotten slightly carried away shopping for Elodie's princess collection.
"She transformed like this overnight." Antonia emerges from behind what looks like a small horse, her arms crossed with obvious irritation. "Two nights ago, to be exact."
