Nora's POV
"Pick wherever you want to go," James tells me as we walk back toward my house. "Your choice entirely."
"In Vivian Hill, that gives us exactly two options: Taco Bell or Steak and Wilson. I could go for a burger and some fries right now. Maybe a milkshake too." I untie the cloak from around my neck, letting the fabric loosen. "Are you hungry at all?"
"Already fed tonight," he says simply, offering no other details. I nod, unsure how to respond to that. Part of me wants to ask more questions, but I resist the urge. Though considering he just helped me bury a dead body, I think we've moved way past normal conversation boundaries.
"Come inside if you want," I say when we reach the porch. I pick up my Book of Shadows while the cats trail behind me into the house. "I need to change clothes first."
