(Sanya's POV)
The dining room is silent as death when I enter.
Tyron sits at the head of the table, ice-blue eyes tracking my every movement. Tara beside him with that cold smile, Marcus not even bothering to look up from his papers. John and Mira whispering, servants lining the walls like an audience at an execution.
I carry the tray with hands that no longer shake. Exhaustion has burned away the fear, leaving only hollow determination.
"My, you actually completed the task." Tara's voice drips false sweetness. "How... unexpected."
I set the tray down carefully, portion out servings onto delicate china plates.
"Where did you find fresh coconuts in an hour, dear?" She leans forward, eyes narrowed. "I'm simply dying to know."
The trap is obvious. She thinks I cheated. Bought it pre-ma
