Antoinette kight sarcy book

Previously

…“Sacry,” she began, her voice laced with a newfound, albeit still shaky, resolve, “you’re already Sacry. You always have been. And as for belonging…” she gestured vaguely, a little spark of magic zipping out and briefly illuminating the daisy on the floor before fizzling out, “we’ll figure this out. Together. Even if it involves a ridiculously over-qualified doppelganger, a knitting matriarch, and possibly a heist.” She paused, then added with a dramatic flourish, “It’s what best friends do, after all. Even the magically cursed ones.”