Assassin of Alpha Academy
Slowly, she reached for a box of dark chocolate biscuits drizzled with honey glaze and dropped them into the cart.
I gasped. “She’s doing it!”
“Don’t make this weird.”
“Too late.”
And then it devolved into chaos.
Pure, beautiful chaos.
Rowan tossed family-sized bags of spicy crisps into the cart like he was preparing for battle. Lyra added herbal teas, sauces, dried noodles, and an alarming amount of pastries. I piled in fresh fruit, sparkling berry drinks, creamy cheeses, and a triple-layer strawberry cake none of us needed but all of us emotionally deserved.
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