“You can’t… shoot a cop,” Lily said, raising her hands. “Is that a command?” The fae scowled, positioning the gun. He pulled the trigger before either of them could move—Lily’s shriek rang through the café, Kate’s heart faltered. But there was no blast. The fae glanced down at the gun, his mouth twisting to the side. He shook it a little. He tried pulling the trigger again, and still—nothing. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he turned it over in his hands. “Queensbane,” he muttered to himself. Kate stifled an untimely grin. An anxious laugh squeaked out. She slapped a hand over her mouth
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