Kate marched back out of her apartment, banging the door behind her. She thudded down the stairs to find Cress leaning against the counter on his palms—no, gripping the edge of the counter so tightly that his knuckles were white. Shayne was a basket case of laughter on the floor behind the counter. “How?!” he wailed. “How could you let it happen again?! How—” He slapped a hand over his eyes when tears gushed out. “How did you manage to get enchanted twice?!” “Stop. Laughing. Or I’ll Cut. Out. Your. Tongue.”
