Chapter 37

SIENNA

"I don't want to die. I haven’t even tried Nigerian Jollof Rice yet."

Gideon turned toward me, one brow raised like I’d just confessed to murder. Unbothered. Untouched. Like the plane wasn’t shaking like a coin in a tin can. Of course he was calm. He probably rode out turbulence over the Himalayas with a scotch in hand and didn’t spill a drop.

“What?”

That’s all he said. What. Like the cabi