Matte black was broken up by slick lines that caught and glowed in the firelight as she took the box, but Emma only glanced at it before looking up at Jag and mirroring his smile. She wanted to look at what had to be a tarot deck, but it would wait.

"You..." Whatever she'd been about to say, and there were so many things lurking just behind her teeth, she told herself they could wait too, or were things he'd disagree with anyway. "Thanks," and then, "I didn't get you anything?"