I nodded and read the papers again. This piece of land, this age-old cemetery, had belonged to a human. He’d been about ninety when he died, and the land had been transferred from one generation to the next.
“Has Mrs. Bluegrain contacted you?” I asked.
Mr. Williams nodded. “Yes.”
I saw him roll the word around in his mouth, tasting it before saying it out loud. Fae had strange names, and sometimes humans sat up and took notice.
“Mrs. Bluegrain mentioned that she doesn’t want the land to stay in the public domain.”
I could understand why. The wind had picked up, and it carried a scent. I breathed in. It was the scent of a living being, but I couldn’t place it.