Will had to admit some small relief at her reaction. Elaine had stressed that the door she was looking for needed to be the right sort, and though she'd given his plan the nod of approval and the result was as good a wardrobe as any he'd built, well, what the hell did he know about magic? He was glad to find he'd hit the mark.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, and his fingers brushed cool metal. "Ah— almost forgot." He closed his hand around the item and withdrew it, passing it to Elaine. "You'll be needing this."
It was an old-school skeleton key: oval-shaped bow, narrow cylindrical shaft and a single-toothed end. Doorknobs would have been simpler, but he'd thought the traditional lock and key would appeal to Elaine's sense of whimsy. And it had seemed kind of fitting, once the idea had come to him – a key for the door to her safe haven.