Nora's POV
"Of course it is," I respond with a heavy sigh, dipping my tortilla chip into the salsa and taking a bite before my appetite completely vanishes.
"Where exactly is this demon?" James demands.
"I cannot pinpoint its location," Kevin admits.
"What kind of pathetic excuse for an angel are you?" James snarls, his fangs extending just as our waiter approaches the table again. The poor guy stumbles backward, clutching his notepad against his chest like armor.
Don't panic, buddy. You're getting an excellent tip tonight.
"Hi there," I say with my brightest smile, frantically digging through my purse for my wallet. "Could I please have a mango margarita? The largest size you have available." I retrieve my ID and slide it across the table to him. "And I'll take the dinner combination number two."
The waiter examines my ID with shaking hands, nodding rapidly. "Would you prefer chicken or beef tacos, miss?"
