Sweetsinner 25 01 07 Sophia Locke Her Secret Ke... ✔

Her secret wasn't the past. Her secret was that she’d never stopped loving him, and she’d never stopped missing the hunt.

“The flash drive,” Sophia said, her voice flat. “You got it out.”

“Of us,” he corrected. “Of the job we left unfinished.” SweetSinner 25 01 07 Sophia Locke Her Secret Ke...

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

“It’s a reminder,” she whispered.

And there it was. The secret she kept. Not a lover, not a crime of passion. Sophia Locke, the unassuming baker with flour on her apron, had been a high-end “extraction specialist.” She didn’t steal jewels or documents. She stole people—targets who needed to disappear before a certain clock ran out. Elias had been her handler. Her partner. The only person she’d ever loved.

Her hand tightened on the sifter. “You found a ghost. The woman you knew is gone.” Her secret wasn't the past

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 .