But something caught her eye, and she stopped, lifting a small black box off the sofa table and inspecting the contents. My heart thudded a beat as I recognized what she was holding. I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached, and then I was up, dropping my cigarette into the ashtray and charging toward her. Ripping the box out of her hands, I slammed it closed, hearing the contents jingle inside as I tossed it on the sofa table again, and then grabbed her collar, backing her up into the wall.
what's in the box damon
