“What does it say?” Jessica asked.
After Remy read the message out loud, Claudia shook her head and chuckled. “Come to the dark side, we have cookies.”
Starla still didn’t understand why they thought that was funny, but she didn’t bother asking for an explanation. “Has anyone been to The Sweet Spot before?”
“All the time. It’s actually right across the street,” Ava told her. “Everything there is so good. I’m surprised you haven’t been there yet.”
“I haven’t left campus much,” Starla admitted.
“Remy has been keeping her pretty busy at home,” Anton snickered, then he ducked to the side to avoid a slap on the back of the head.
Ignoring them, Starla asked, “Would someone at a bakery really be able to help us?”
“Yes! Actually, this makes perfect sense. I should have thought of it before since….” Kyler started to speak, then his words trailed off, and he slammed his mouth shut.
“Since what?” Jessica asked, glancing around. “Why aren’t you finishing whatever you were saying?”
“He can’t,” Liam said. “We are bound by the rules of our pack, so we can’t.”
“Technically, Kyler is still part of the Bazin Pack here in Mystic. Once he and his family move down to New Orleans after we graduate, he will join our pack,” Remy explained. “But until then, they have to abide by whatever Alpha Bazin says, which includes not spilling any of their secrets.”
“What is so secret about a bakery?” Lana asked.
Liam and Kyler glanced at one another, then they both shook their heads.
Claudia rolled her eyes. “This is a pain in the ass, but I know how it goes. I’ve spent years trying to figure out ways around my alpha’s directives. They might not be able to explain freely, but we can guess what they are trying to say if we ask the right questions.”
“My brother and I do the same thing, although it is a little different when your alpha is also your dad,” Ava said with a grin. “Is the owner of the bakery part of the pack?”
“Yes and no,” Liam hedged.
“Okay, this is totally not helpful,” Lana complained.
“Who is the owner of the bakery?” Remy asked.
“There are two owners, Autumn and Jordan,” Kyler explained. “Jordan is a fairy, just like Starla.”
“What about Autumn?” Jessica asked. “What kind of supernatural is she?”
Silence.
Obviously, that was part of the secret.
Remy chuckled. “What? Is she a god or something?”
“Yes.”
His smile faded. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, now I understand why the app wants us to go to the bakery.” Starla turned to smile weakly at her mate. “But at least they are going to have cookies.”
Chapter Eleven
Remy glanced upat the pink and black sign of The Sweet Spot, feeling a mixture of anticipation and skepticism. He’d been to the bakery countless times over the last few years since it was so close to the university and the apartment complex he lived in, but he never would have guessed it was owned by a god.
The Goddess of Revenge, to be exact.
