Zada nodded. “Yeah, I’ll bring the soup to the hospital now so Halsey can have it while it’s hot.”
Sierra reached out. “Let me help.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it myself,” Zada said, brushing her off.
Sierra was frustrated. Zada wasn’t giving her a chance to polson the soup. The little packet of powder was still in her pocket.
“What are you just standing there for? Go sit in the living room for a bit. I’ll be quick,” Zada said.
Sierra was getting anxious. The soup was ready. If she didn’t find a chance now, she’d lose this once–in–a- lifetime opportunity!
“But I wanna do something for Halsey, too. Let me help,” Sierra pressed, moving to grab the ladle from Zada.
But Zada pushed her hand away. “Really, I don’t need help. You’ll only get in the way.”
Sierra fell silent. What could she do now?
Then, Zada suddenly said, “Huh, where’s the thermos? I remember I left it here.”
“You can’t find the thermos?” Sierra asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah, I put it on the coffee table earli you grab it for me?”
Zada tapped her forehead. “Oh, right. It’s in the living room. Could
Sierra’s eyes lit up. She hadn’t had a chance before, and now the chance had been handed to her.
“Okay, I’ll get it,” she said.
Sierra went into the living room and quickly spotted a pink thermos on the coffee table.
“Did you find it?” Zada called from the kitchen.
“Found it! The lid’s a little dirty. I’ll wipe it with a napkin,” Sierra answered.
“Okay.”
Sierra opened the thermos and, while Zada was busy stirring the soup, quietly pulled the poison packet from her pocket. Looking back to make sure Zada was still distracted, she poured the powder into the thermos.
There was already a little water inside, and the powder dissolved instantly, colorless and odorless.
Sierra exhaled–she had done it. The poison was in the thermos!
She carried the thermos into the kitchen and handed it to Zada. “Here you go.”
“Great, thanks.” Zada filled the thermos with chicken soup and screwed the lid on. “I’ll take this to the hospital for Halsey.”
Sierra’s heart raced. If Halsey drank that soup, she would be done for.
If Halsey died, nothing would stand in Sierra’s way!
“Can I come with you?” Sierra asked eagerly. She wanted to watch Halsey drink the soup and die.
Zada hesitated. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Halsey’s in a bad mood. She doesn’t want to see you.”
Sierra leaned on Zada’s arm and feigned sweetness. “Okay, I won’t go in. I’ll just wait by the door and watch. We’re all friends–I promise I won’t cause trouble.”
Zada softened. “Fine. Come with me, then.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
