Nora's POV
James stands up first, extending his hand toward me with urgency written across his features. I hastily gather my belongings, stuffing everything into my purse while draping my coat over one arm instead of bothering to put it on properly. The four of us burst through the door in a rush, flying past Paul without acknowledgment. The moment I step outside, frigid night air slams into me, sending an involuntary shiver racing down my spine. My hand fumbles blindly through my purse, searching frantically for my phone until we're already settled inside the Jeep. When I finally manage to dial Lena's number, it rolls straight to voicemail.
