Nora's POV
Darkness blankets the house as I step from the tree line.
Rhianna and Evangeline race ahead, their forms disappearing as they leap onto the front porch. Mack weaves around my ankles in his familiar dance, never once causing me to stumble. We move like we share one heartbeat. I stop short, studying the shadowed windows, wondering what James might be doing in all that blackness. Not that he requires light to see.
I scoop up Mack, and he immediately nuzzles against me with a rumbling purr.
Cradling him close, I press my lips to his soft fur and continue toward the house. My legs feel heavy, almost shaky from the trek through the woods. I really should establish some kind of exercise routine. Unfortunately, my life seems too chaotic for any real consistency.
With a flick of magical energy, I unlock the back door and slip inside.
"James?" My voice barely rises above a whisper.
