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“The willow needs to be from here. The Fae like it better when the
baskets are of their place.”
“Why?” He raised an eyebrow, curious, as always.
“The Fae are particular about the specifications for these gifts, but I’ve
got no idea what they do with the baskets.”
“But…but…. Not even conjectures from seeing them in use?”
“It’s not like we can just go to a settlement to check.” To be more
accurate, no one had been invited to a settlement and returned in a
timely manner. Standard protocol was to decline an invitation, no
matter how tempting. The story of Thomas the Rhymer was a hard-core
cautionary tale, even in North America.
Eva had no wish to be taken under the earth for a score of years. To say
nothing of the fact that she had no True Love like Janet in the story to
pull her from the Faerie Queen’s hunt.
Giancarlo set his bag on the picnic table. “So…. Um. Eva. After we finish
this evening. There’s a documentary on Jefferson at the Rialto. Would
you—would you like to go? With me?”
Eva opened her mouth to say yes and then closed it. He was ask