No deal

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Jag twirled a flame between his fingers as he stalked through the hotel corridor to the suite he shared with Emma. He should've known better than to expect much from the bloody Fae, but he'd had to get out of this place if he could, and once he was out there, he'd had to hear out that offer of a deal, no matter how he felt about the Fae. He fucking hated how much he'd hoped, too, for a few precious seconds. He still felt whiplash from that rollercoaster of emotions, and he didn't know what to do with himself.

So he was headed back to his room to roll up a joint, and he'd smoke it by the fireplace. It wasn't long before he was lying on his back in the common room, smoking up, a fire crackling wood beside him, and fuck if it was summer. In a flimsy tank top and a pair of swim shorts, he'd survive. He was used to being too hot in summer anyway.

He was never giving up his fire.

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The Goblin Market was Too Much. Emma had had to come back to the inn for a break from the sensory overload and need to watch everything she said so carefully to avoid getting herself into any kind of fairy trouble she couldn't get out of easily. Her whole body relaxed like a sigh as she shut the door to the suite behind her, and a soft smile warmed her eyes to see Jag there in front of the fire. But only a moment before the smell of pot and the lines of tension in his body turned relief into concern.

"I didn't expect you would come back here until you had to," she said softly, an opening if he wanted to talk about what was bothering him, as she joined him on the floor, sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest.