Facing the Inevitable

Cordelia let out a bitter laugh, the dim terrace light casting sharp shadows across her pale features. "Then by all means, tell me what sort of shot would actually get the job done."

Killian held her gaze, his expression unreadable. In one smooth motion, he reached out, plucked the phone from her fingers, and snapped a photo of their fingers laced together under the moonlight. "Have the nerve to