EMBER’S POV

“Ember Aragon,” she breathes, through her fingers. “You — you deliciously evil woman.”

“Too much?”

“Too much? It’s perfect. It’s diabolical. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. He will never recover. He will never prank you again as long as he lives.” She grabs my shoulders. “You have to. You absolutely, one hundred percent, no-backing-out, have to do that. I will personally die if you don’t.”

“Then we need a few things.”

“We need several things.” She’s already scanning the shelves with new, focused, terrible purpose. “We need the—” she points “—and the—” she points again “—and, oh, yes, obviously the—” and she sweeps toward a...