She reached under the counter and pulled out a stained apron.
She’d made it the night she’d fled.
“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.’” 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. She reached under the counter and pulled out a stained apron
Their last job had been a catastrophe. A diplomat’s daughter, a flash drive, a shootout in a Prague tram tunnel. Elias was supposed to be dead. Sophia had left him behind, taking a bullet for her own escape and a new identity. “And they’ll follow the trail to you
“The flash drive,” Sophia said, her voice flat. “You got it out.”
Her hand tightened on the sifter. “You found a ghost. The woman you knew is gone.”