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Her first reading with the deck Jag had given her had pointed Emma in the right direction for crafting her counteroffer. She'd gone, on her own, back to the Goblin Market and found the fairy who'd told Jag they could send him home.

It turned out True Sight was even more valuable to an ambitious fairy looking for an advantage than Emma had expected, and an hour after their negotiations were finalized, she walked out of Faerie, her eyes haunted and red rimmed from tears, carefully guarding a sprig of pale purple sweetpea flowers she carried. When chaos of the fairy realm was replaced with the cacophonous greens of the Irish Hills room, exhaled in relief, and then hurried back to her rooms.

"Jag?" she called out as the door to their suite shut behind her. They only had until moonrise, and she had no idea when that would be.

Date: 2019-07-19 11:15 pm (UTC)
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Curnen had been prepared to go home--back to Rob or back to Needsville, who the hell knew--but this she had not been prepared for at all. She had not been ready for the sight of a strange city, for the ghosts of images assailing her especially when she was so sure that none of them had anything to do with her.

She was losing her mind again, only this time she could tell it was happening.

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