"he is. old, too." Nancy sighs, settling back into the chair.
"I wish you could help. I do. and I love the thought, but..." Eames hated the man, so there was that at least. "but you don't want to be in debt to the Fae. they have ways of twisting things... that's how I wound up with him." she'd been a baby.
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"I wish you could help. I do. and I love the thought, but..." Eames hated the man, so there was that at least. "but you don't want to be in debt to the Fae. they have ways of twisting things... that's how I wound up with him." she'd been a baby.