As J'mon's hand drifted over the board and finally clasped the king, the flames in Jinn's eyes flared bright, as though ignited by a fresh swell of emotion. His jaw clenched. "Perhaps." Asked if he wanted the magic dispelled or the board destroyed just now, he would've picked the latter. It was good of J'mon not to require him to emit that judgment.
"Is that the only piece you touched?" Jinn asked of Eddie, though he could already guess the answer. The board had been in the bar for some time, much of which Jinn had spent keeping his distance from Eddie. It had been a means to communicate when all others had seemed fraught with danger. And now it turned out to have been the most dangerous option of all.