Nora's POV
I wave my hand over the bowl of tomato soup, letting magic warm it as I dial Brent's number. The call transfers straight to voicemail after several rings.
"Brent, it's me," I say into the phone. "I need to ask you something important. Please call me back when you get this. Thanks."
Antonia watches me from across the kitchen, her gaze fixed on my steaming bowl. "That almost looks appetizing," she comments. "Though I'd prefer it if that were blood instead of soup."
I blow on a spoonful before tasting it. "When did you last feed? You should hunt tonight and find someone to sustain yourself."
"I've already arranged for delivery. He'll arrive soon. Just direct him upstairs when he gets here."
We'll need to discuss proper boundaries about this arrangement eventually, but Renata remains too young to understand what transpires. When James returns, not if but when he does, our daughter will grow up knowing vampires and understanding their feeding habits.
