Nora's POV
"That's not possible," Reyna declares firmly. "Resurrecting a single corpse is challenging enough."
"Then explain the zombie horde heading straight for us," James responds with dry humor. His arm slides around my waist, drawing me protectively against his solid frame. "Their stench is overwhelming. And now I can detect their movement."
"There's absolutely no way," I insist. "She's correct. I don't possess that level of magical strength. Honestly, I wasn't even certain this ritual would succeed." I gesture toward the unconscious man sprawled on the forest floor.
"Trust me, Nora." James's grip tightens around me. "They're approaching. If necessary, I'll carry you away from here personally."
I shake my head firmly. "No. I won't abandon my friends, and if I accidentally created these zombies, then I'm responsible for stopping them."
