Let Them All Burn
"Come on, try some. This is Sinoria's special fruit blend. I wish everyone the best in the competition."
He came back grinning, dropping into his seat with a look of smug anticipation. "Done. Their lead surgeons all drank it."
Sabrina clapped her hands, clearly pleased. Then, she picked up a glass of orange juice and leaned toward me, tilting her head as she studied my face. "Lucia, why aren't you eating anything?"
I opened my eyes and looked at her coldly. "I'm allergic to in-flight meals."
She rolled her eyes, her voice rising sharply. "Lucia Scott, are you scared of my little invention? I'd be embarrassed to represent Sinoria with that kind of nerve!"