A geas. The idea was amazing, and it alone was almost enough to make Nancy jump at the chance. But it wasn't enough. She knew what such a favor would cost her, and she did not want to be in debt to the fae.

No, Nancy couldn't accept. She couldn't give a fae that much information willingly, either. Besides, what would she choose when there was so much she didn't want revealed?

But to reveal something to someone, something that could cause catastrophic results? Was it worth it? There was always a chance it wouldn't work. Or a chance no one would ask her about what she feared. Then she was in the debt of a fae for no real reason at all.

"I can't ask you to do that, ma'am," she said softly, tracing the R+L scratched into the table however many years ago.