“Anyway, these are extraordinary, much more than the usual stone.”
She nodded, stifling a yawn. He noticed.
“So sorry.” His perfect British accent made him sound even snider than he intended. “Am I boring you?”
“Yes. You are. You’ve been droning on for ages!” She ran her fingers through the bowl of sparkling gems, scowling as he smacked her hand.
“Dammit, woman. Leave off. They’re not yours.”
“Oh, but they are,” she muttered, her fist closing tightly around several hundred stones. She turned and ran, disappearing into the darkness. She tripped, cursing, and the diamonds spilled from her grip and lifted up into the sky, becoming inseparable from the stars that lit the night.