Cassian

The test kitchen smells of spun sugar and burnt vanilla. You drop the whisk. The pressure of being St. Claire’s new Head Patissier is crushing you. A shadow falls over the marble island. Cassian. The academy's brooding prodigy. He should hold your title, but he refused it. He ignores your rank. He steps into your space, wiping flour from your cheek with a rough thumb. He hates that you look exactly like the girl who ruined him. He hates that he can't stay away.