Nora's POV
My purse tumbles to the floor as I leap from the couch, racing back up the staircase two steps at a time.
"James!" I shout, using my magic to blast the master bedroom doors wide open. "Flora figured out what I am."
James springs from the bed with vampire speed, crossing the room in a heartbeat to grasp my shoulders. His dark eyes search mine intensely. "She knows." His jaw clenches tight as he releases me, moving with lightning speed to snatch his phone from the nightstand. He dials Antonia immediately, but the call goes straight to silence. Cursing under his breath, he hurls the device onto the mattress and bares his fangs in fury.
"What happened?"
"Oscar is down at the bar with Antonia and our prisoners."
My blood runs cold. Oscar is Flora's boyfriend, and if he played any role in exposing me... "Can we trust him?"
"Absolutely not," James responds without missing a beat. "I trust Antonia. I trust you. Nobody else gets that privilege."
