“Trees?” Jag glanced between Ethan and his work. “Aren’t they spears?” “Sure. They can be spears.” Ethan nodded slowly. “Glittery, bloody spears. And that gingerbread man is …” “Decapitated.” “Naturally.” Ethan put his hands on his hips. “The piping on the pentagram ornaments is really good.” Jag beamed.
