These were the Black-Label Confections: macarons with shells so delicate they shattered like fine glass, and petit fours filled with creams that cost more than a month of "The Rattler's" fuel.
She pushed the door open with her hip, her entrance announced by the soft clack of her shoes on the marble threshold.
"The reinforcements have arrived!" Huaijin announced, her voice ringing through the silent library.
Yuanying and Chi Song were still seated at the large mahogany table, though their history books looked decidedly neglected. Yuanying's eyes practically tripled in size when she saw the tray.
"Are those... the Gold-Leaf Macarons?" Yuanying whispered, her voice trembling with reverence. "Those are only for Grandpa and the Board of Directors!"
