Flint Gardner was starting to get frantic. Three weeks. Ruby had been gone three whole weeks and no one in the fae community had so much as gotten a glimpse of her.
He checked with everyone he knew. He had been to all the places she normally went. Nothing. He would be in big trouble soon because the deadline he had been given to hand her over was only two weeks away.
He hadn't told the person who wanted to buy her yet. He was a rich, powerful fae who came over from Europe centuries ago and built up an empire; how was Flint supposed to tell him that his merchandise had run away?
The Gardners were simple fairies. Their ancestors had sprung up on this continent and they had never lived anywhere else. As long as they had some plants around them, they were perfectly content.
That was how his older brother had been anyway. Reed loved the nursery with every fiber of his being and never wanted for anything else.
