The sun was much higher and the morning dew that had covered everything when I’d arrived was almost gone. I had to squint in the burst of daylight. Zola climbed in and closed the door while I made my way around Vicky on the asphalt drive. I noticed a smattering of sap across the roof from the nearby evergreens and grumbled about needing to wash the car again. “Open up the glove box and tell me what you think,” I said as we pulled onto the road. “I picked something up for Nixie.” “You’re smitten with a water witch. Unbelievable.” I caught a smile out of the corner of my eye as she opened the glove box and pulled out the small package. “I got it from Ashley this morning.” She slid the top off and I heard a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, Damian. This must have cost a fortune.” “Really?” I said, sincerely curious. “I’ve never seen blue obsidian so thin and clear before.” She pushed on the center of one disc a little with her thumb. “It feels heavy, very strong, but very clear.”
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