Fear. What did a fairy have to fear aside from discovery, the way all fae did?
Ash tried to figure that out by studying Ruby's face as she worked in the garden but wasn't having much luck. She didn't seem to notice he was staring either, continuing to prune as if she didn't have a care in the world.
He didn't understand her attitude. How could she simultaneously be carefree and fearful? What did she actually want? He should be more specific.
"I meant what do you plan to do after your wing heals and our deal is complete," Ash clarified.
"Oh," Ruby said disinterestedly. "I was thinking about going to Las Vegas. Could you pass me the bigger pair of shears? I don't think these ones are working so well anymore."
He did as she said with a frown on his face. He had heard of Las Vegas…wasn't it southeast from here? Supposedly there were some elves that had a financial stronghold out that way. They had always been moneygrubbers of the highest order.
