SabrinaI come out of Cosy’s cramped little bathroom about forty minutes later, munching on my third chocolate croissant, my cousin’s fuzzy bathrobe wrapped warm around me. “These are delicious, Cos –““Oh, cut it, Sabrina,” Cosette mutters, scowling, lounging on her bed and flicking through some gossip site on her tablet. The tablet I sent her for Midwinter. But no need to rub that in now.“I mean it,” I say, taking another bit and then holding the flaky end of it out towards her. “You got really good – so crispy, yet so soft. This stupid school lucked out when it hired you as its pastry chef.”She ignores my very nice compliments, lifting her eyes to mine, her face stony. I smirk. Clearly, she’s used the last forty minutes to get super pissed off, all signs of my frantic sweetheart cousin tucked away. “What are you planning?”“Just some light espionage,” I say, plopping myself down on the edge of her bed. “A little mischief, only a smidge of murder –““No. Murder.” She sits straight
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