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“They know I’m alive,” Elias continued. “And they’ll follow the trail to you. We have one chance. You bake one last ‘special order.’”

He pointed to the back corner of the case. A single, ugly pastry sat alone on a porcelain plate. It was a lumpy, dark thing, unlike the gleaming éclairs and glossy tarts around it. It was a caramel-and-bitter-cocoa concoction she’d invented years ago. The name meant Sweet of the Lost . SweetSinner 25 01 07 Sophia Locke Her Secret Ke...

His name was Elias Vane. He looked older, his dark hair streaked with silver, but his eyes were the same—sharp, hungry, and impossibly sad. He wasn't wearing a coat, just a soaked linen shirt that clung to him. He didn't order. He just stood there, dripping onto her herringbone floor, and stared at the glass case full of perfect, jewel-like confections. “They know I’m alive,” Elias continued

“Of us,” he corrected. “Of the job we left unfinished.” You bake one last ‘special order

“Fine,” she said, a small, dangerous smile playing on her lips. “But this time, you wash the dishes.”