Coby was about to tell Curnen she knew there wasn't anything gentlemanly about him and Jag, and she liked them that way, but the urgency in Jag's voice and his eyes cut through the teasing.

This was serious shit.

Fairies and magic weren't anything he understood, but if there was any chance it would work. Fuck, he had to try. He plucked a bloom off the stem, his other hand coming up to rest of Jag's shoulder. "If Emma thinks it should work, she's probably right." He might not know her well, but she seemed too careful to leave something like that to chance. Especially when it came to Jag.