When he could breathe without laughing again, he said, “What did you do that for?” “Which?” I asked. “Give Coyote an artifact some freaking fae wants,” he said. “Because at that moment it was the best thing to do,” Honey said coolly. “Sometimes the only action you can take leads to more trouble. But she would have considered that when she did it. Mercy is no fool, no matter what her heritage. It is not for you to judge. Can you contact Coyote or tell Mercy how to?”
