Well, if he was going to touch on one of the things Emma hadn't said, she had to go ahead, didn't she? What had he given in exchange for the tarot cards? Would they agree on whether they were worth it?

"Was it? A fair price," she asked, opening the box to read It is only in darkness that we see the stars on the inside of the lid.

She took out a deck of cards the same matte black of the box and petal soft, trailed her fingers over the back of the top card, tracing the design – still black, but shiny – and then fanned the cards out in front of her. Another sweep of her hand turned them face up and took her breath away. Hints of red. Warm golds. Whites that glowed like marble from within. All against deepest, darkest black. She drew out the Fool, her gaze darting to the Knight of Wands just for a second before trying to take in all the details of the card at the heart of the tarot.

"It's beautiful." And before she could think long enough to stop herself, she leaned over and kissed Jag's cheek in thanks.