“That’s the part I can’t get around,” I admitted. “Why warn me? Why stop it if she went through the trouble of setting it up?”
“Unless…” Sabrina hesitated. “Unless it wasn’t supposed to be that batch.”
I blinked. “What?”
“What if she made two?” she whispered. “One for herself. One for you. And they got mixed up in the kitchen. Or a servant grabbed the wrong tray. Or—gods, I don’t know, Nevara. I’m spinning now.”
“No,” I said slowly, “it’s not impossible. But it’s also just as possible that she really didn’t think the recipe would be followed to the letter. Maybe she assumed you’d skip the nuts because she didn’t leave them out.”
Sabrina shook her head. “That’s such a stupid gamble.”
“She’s not stupid,” I said. “If she did plan this, it was careful. Not perfect. But careful.”
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