kills Maeve

Maeve’s smile turned positively sexual, her eyes bright and shining.
“Two plus two is five,” she said, and rotated the gun sideways, the barrel still pointed at my eye.
Mab moved her little finger.
Karrin’s hands flew out from behind her back in a shower of broken chips of black ice. She tore her little holdout gun from a concealed ankle holster.
“No!” I shouted.
Two shots rang out, almost simultaneously.
Something hissed spitefully past my ear.
A neat, round black hole appeared just to the side of Maeve’s nose, at the fine line of her cheekbone.
Maeve blinked twice. Her face fell into what was almost precisely the same expression of confusion Lily’s had. A trickle of blood ran from the hole.
And then she fell, like an icicle in a warm sunbeam.


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