“Are you crazy, Kate?” she whispered. “I hope not.” Kate’s raspy laughter sailed through the café, too loud to stifle now. “Then why are you laughing?” “B…” Kate dropped to a knee and flattened her hand against the floor to support herself as she lost control. “Because he’s an idiot.” The fae’s brown-silver eyes lifted from the gun at that. “He can’t shoot a gun,” Kate said, and Lily’s gaze snapped back to the fae. She seemed to realize Kate was right.

