Celeste tightened her grip, her nails digging into Wren’s collarbones. ‘Remember after my mother died, you decided we should sneak into the kitchens when everyone was asleep and eat our fill of pear tarts, and the following morning, when Cam found me asleep by the stove and covered in crumbs, you leaped to my defence and swore on all the stars in Eana it was the palace rats that did it.’ ‘Of course,’ said Wren, without blinking. ‘How could I forget something like that?’ Celeste pursed her lips. ‘That never happened.’ Hissing seaweed. ‘You tricked me,’ said Wren, indignantly. ‘How about another
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