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.
