"It's good though," Shelby assured Noel, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand. He hadn't shaved, so his cheek was rough and stubbly, but she didn't mind. "The magic isn't harmful, I don't think. Really, it's all kind of cool."

"You're right." His tense shoulders relaxed and he turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand. "I really can't complain about this part. Now let's forget the serious stuff and look at those postcards you found."

"Okay." She handed him the ...