The bar was dim, warm with amber light, and smelled faintly of whiskey and citrus. A low hum of conversation floated around them, but the booth Emma chose was tucked away in the corner, private enough to make Diana feel like they'd slipped into their own little world.

Diana slid into the seat opposite, crossing her legs as she watched Emma settle in. "Alright," she said, arching a brow. "You've been mysterious enough. What is it you wanted to tell me so badly?"

Emma's fingers toyed with the rim ...