“Envy! The great and mighty Mab, envious of her little girl. Because I have something you will never have, Mother.” “And what is that?” Mab asked. “Choice,” Maeve snarled. “Stop,” Mab snapped—but not in time. Maeve bent her elbow to point her little gun casually across her body and, without looking, put a bullet into Lily’s left temple.
